The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Fu Youhua did not answer Hu Jiu's question, but asked again: "Are you sure you don't have any other better suggestions?"

Hu Jiu nodded solemnly: "Under the current situation, dropping will-o'-the-wisp bombs is the best option."

His eyes were very sincere, as if he had a chance to win.

Fu Youhua walked around anxiously, considering the pros and cons.

The other ghost masters were either disdainful, thoughtful, or confused, but no one interfered with the conversation between Hu Jiu and Fu Youhua.

The person who gave the opinion was Hu Jiu, and the person who made the decision was Fu Youhua. No matter whether the final result was good or bad, it had nothing to do with others. No one would foolishly get involved in this kind of thing. If you have the time, you might as well think about what might happen if the situation gets out of hand. , how to escape gracefully and without responsibility.

The ghost blood spread faster and faster, and the giant urn was almost corroded. Other small urns around it were also affected. The candles on them were extinguished, causing more ghosts to escape. However, after these ghosts came out, they were directly corroded and engulfed by the ghost blood pressure.

Bai Yang stared and observed: "Even evil ghosts cannot escape ghost blood. Just coming out of the urn, as long as there is a little blood on the body, he will soon fall into the sea of ​​blood..."

The scene became more and more terrifying, making his voice tremble a little, "Some ghosts in the urns escaped the suppression of the ghost blood and ran towards us!"

This is really bad news. The horror of ghost blood is really too strong. But looking at it from another angle, maybe this is also good news. If the suppressive power of ghost blood on ghosts can be used rationally and in batches in supernatural events, the headquarters' comprehensive strength will be even higher.

"Minister, you have to make a decision quickly, time waits for no one." Hu Jiu urged lightly from the side.

The ordinary people who survived on the ship had already hid in the room and were not allowed to go out and move around freely. The ghost masters were ready to go... and run away at any time.

The situation was getting worse and worse. Fu Youhua thought over and over again and finally issued an order: "Don't panic. Do you have any other better plans? If not, then we can only use will-o'-the-wisps!"

No one answered, for fear of being stuck.

"Then that's the only way!" Fu Youhua clenched his fists and looked at Hu Jiu seriously: "Are you sure that using will-o'-the-wisp bombs can solve the supernatural events caused by ghost blood?"

"Don't worry." Hu Jiu said meaningfully: "I don't want to continue to waste time here."

Fu Youhua understood, and immediately planned with his team the location for the will-o'-the-wisp bombs. After the plan was completed, he didn't have time to think too much, and three large will-o'-the-wisp bombs were carefully taken out.

"The only trouble is that it's too close to the Zhanying." Zhang Yuwei reminded carefully. To be honest, she felt that this plan was very unreliable and she didn't understand why Fu Youhua insisted on going his own way.

"That's it, the ghost blood will spread soon." Fu Youhua said perfunctorily, and then started the countdown to launch the shells.

"...3, 2, 1"

"emission!"

The ghost fire bomb was shot in the form of a parabola. Since the distance was relatively close, it did not require much acceleration. In the blink of an eye, the warhead successfully separated in the air and shot towards the core of the ghost blood.

Many people on the ship were nervously looking forward to it. It would be great if the ghost blood could be solved easily and smoothly.

At this moment, Bai Yang suddenly showed a look of fear on his face, as if he had seen a very horrifying scene.

Before he could say anything, the warhead of the will-o'-the-wisp bomb that had just been launched was gone.

Nothing happened.

Something went wrong!

Fu Youhua's expression changed drastically at this moment, and the three will-o'-the-wisp bombs he dropped seemed to have completely failed.

"What's going on? What did you see just now?" Fu Youhua asked Bai Yang loudly, "Why didn't the will-o'-the-wisp bomb detonate?"

This result is really disappointing. The three will-o'-the-wisp bombs had no effect at all.

Bai Yang wiped the tears from the dry corners of his eyes: "The moment those three warheads touched the sea surface, I vaguely saw a weird hole that swallowed them all..."

Silence is tonight's Cambridge. This result was unacceptable to Fu Youhua for a while, so that his mind went blank. But regretting anything at this moment has lost its meaning.

Fu Youhua asked Hu Jiu sternly: "Didn't you say that launching a will-o'-the-wisp bomb can solve this supernatural incident? Why is this situation happening!"

"You should tell me, speak quickly!"

Hu Jiu ignored Fu Youhua's rudeness. After all, he had just harvested three pieces of wool. "The bomb didn't detonate. How can you blame me? The problem lies with you. As a leader, you really didn't think comprehensively enough."

Fu Youhua was shocked and angry. The eyes of the other ghost masters looking at Hu Jiu also changed. They dared to lead. Well, well, well, this is really not afraid of being beaten!

"Don't be angry. What I said is true. The truth is always unpleasant. But don't worry, once the will-o'-the-wisp bomb detonates, the ghost blood will not be a problem at all." Hu Jiu said calmly.

"Oh, stop talking nonsense. I see the blood color of the ocean in the distance is deepening, and huge waves are rising, which are quickly spreading towards the direction of the Zhan Ying. At its current speed..."

"No, the ghost blood has come into contact with the Zhan Yinghao!" Bai Yang almost yelled this sentence.

"Has it completely spread?" Fu Youhua's voice was sharp and hoarse.

In fact, so far, they haven't even figured out the true nature of ghost blood, but the other party has already knocked on the door menacingly.

Perhaps the ghost blood is tangible, hidden in this sea of ​​blood, or perhaps it is this blood-red sea itself.

In an instant, the red spread wider and wider, and the Zhan Ying was directly surrounded by the sea of ​​blood. Even though there were many masters of ghost riders on the ship, facing this gap in magnitude, most people did not want to confront it head-on.

The sea of ​​blood was rolling, and it was red everywhere. Someone keenly noticed that the deck had begun to seep out drop after drop of strange blood, and a mysterious spiritual power was rapidly infiltrating the ship from the surrounding blood-red sea.

Swish——

A ghost rider saw that the situation was not good and drove away directly in the ghost domain.

The speed of the ghost domain was extremely fast, but when he passed over the sky of the blood-red sea, a stream of blood seemed to have consciousness, and it jumped out of the sea and entangled in the direction of his ghost domain.

A moment later, with a gurgling sound, the unfortunate ghost rider was dragged into the sea of ​​blood, and he didn't even have time to call for help.

"Fuck!" Bai Yang was shocked and told everyone what he saw to stop other ghost riders from leaving the ghost realm and escaping.