Chapter 271 Ji Li vs Meng Po

"Since it is assimilation to kill, is the way out also related to assimilation?"

Compared to Yu Guo, Ji Li's crisis is the most direct. He does not need to worry about others' calculations. He only needs to find a way out of the current ghost tide.

But now that Tang Duan is used as a scapegoat, he only gets a direction, and cannot form a complete way out.

So, Ji Li looked at Hong Fu beside him again.

This look almost made Hong Fu jump up, and he took two steps back a long way, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and said nervously:

"Don't do this, I have practiced it!"

Ji Li glanced at him lightly and then retracted his gaze. He would not push Hong Fu to die again.

Otherwise, he would have to fight alone next. Once so many ghosts surged up completely, he would be the only target of killing, and he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Hong Fu is still alive, which is more beneficial than harmful to him.

And, he was not looking at Hong Fu, but the direction behind Hong Fu.

At first, they were pulled into this spiritual space, which was located on an open space with hard black soil under their feet.

In all directions, every direction was surrounded by dense black forests without any dead angle.

Then, the black trees turned into ghosts, forming a ghost tide, which also surrounded everyone without any dead angle.

However, after several observations, he found that the black shadows in the northwest corner where Hong Fu was located were not very close.

Except for the northwest corner, in all other directions, the two black shadow ghosts were completely squeezed together, leaving no gap, as if forming a dark wall.

There was no loophole to drill, and Tang Duan also died under this attack with no escape gap.

After observing all directions, Ji Li suddenly found that only in the northwest direction, the black shadow ghosts there had a flaw in their standing.

They were also ghosts squeezing ghosts, but the tightest was just arms colliding with arms, and it was definitely not like other positions where the ghosts wanted to stick together.

Now the escape route seems to have been thought out clearly, and the only way to avoid the attack is to break out from the northwest entrance.

However, the reason why he didn't move after realizing this was because he hadn't figured it out yet.

What was Meng Po's intention in doing this?

Was it a flaw in this spiritual space, or was it intentional?

The former represents a way to live, and the latter represents a way to die.

"No, why are you staring at me? It makes me feel creepy."

Hong Fu couldn't stand Ji Li's gaze from time to time. In his opinion, Ji Li was much more terrifying than those evil ghosts who were about to come.

He had begun to retreat, even moving closer to the black shadow ghost. He was really worried that Ji Li was ready to harm him.

Ji Li only found Hong Fu's actions funny, but watching Hong Fu's retreating figure, he suddenly thought of an idea.

So he moved a few steps closer to Hong Fu, and at the same time waved the iron chain in his hand, deliberately pretending to be vicious.

"What do you think?"

Hong Fu's face changed, and after standing there for a second, he grabbed the rings on his hand and threw them at Ji Li one by one.

But all this was meaningless, and Hong Fu ran away in the end.

The direction he chose was the northwest corner, which was behind him.

Hongfu was a bit neurotic, and his thinking was much more peculiar than that of ordinary people at certain times.

But this did not mean that he was not smart. The reason why he had always been in the northwest corner was because he had discovered the abnormality here, and it was also the escape route he had designed early.

In this way, under Ji Li's "coercion", Hongfu chose to take the risk and was the first to break out of the northwest encirclement.

Ji Li was waiting for this scene. He could not judge whether escaping to the northwest was a way of life or death. The best way was to use Hongfu to test it.

And he followed behind him, using the iron chain of Abang Luosha to clear some of the attacks of the black shadow ghosts for him.

In the final analysis, Ji Li did not take the black shadow ghost tide seriously. What he really worried about was that he would never be able to leave here, and he was even more worried that Meng Po would suddenly attack at some time and catch him off guard.

However, despite Ji Li's help, a small number of black shadow ghosts still attacked Hongfu.

But some things seemed to be really coincidental, and some people were really lucky.

Ji Li watched from behind and felt more and more strange.

This Hongfu, whenever the claws of the shadow ghost were about to touch him, would be more or less passively offset.

It was hard to say whether it was because of his awkward escape posture or because of the exaggerated coincidence.

The northwest gap was opened, and Hongfu escaped from the encirclement without any danger.

Ji Li followed him and walked out, looking at this funny man, and became more and more confused.

Some of Hongfu's clothes had been torn, and his chest and arms were stained with black palm prints. Perhaps if it were not for these marks, he would really suspect that Hongfu had some strange physique.

Ji Li was not injured because of the chains of Abang Luosha and Hongfu's opening.

But if Hongfu was the first to fight, it would be too strange if there was no danger or injury.

"Enough, brother, can we talk it out? We don't have to fight to the death..."

Hongfu looked bitter, and he was helpless to see Ji Li still following him.

Ji Li couldn't tell whether this man was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Although he had already listed this man as a person to be wary of, he gave up the idea of ​​killing him.

In the northwest, there is a bare tree trunk, and all the black shadow ghosts evolved from the tree.

Now all the ghosts gathered in the open space where Ji Li was before, and now the whole world seems particularly quiet.

Ji Li stared and found that not only were there fewer ghosts in the northwest corner of the ghost tide, but even the forest in the northwest was not so dense.

At least he could see the darkness in the distance through the gaps in the trees.

Ji Li pondered for a long time, turned his head to look at the ghost tide that was still gathering and about to attack, and then looked at Hong Fu.

At this time, Hong Fu was checking the black marks on his exposed skin, grinning.

"What did you feel when you were touched by those ghosts?"

"Cold, piercing cold, as if this piece of meat was about to be torn apart."

This answer was a bit general, but it seemed to be foreshadowing something.

Ji Li seemed to have found a direction. This time he stood high in the woods and stared at the whole world.

He suddenly discovered that this world was not an endless open space, but a long strip of structure.

The east and west are symmetrical, the two directions are the longest, and the north and south are the shortest. Here...

It's like a river!

Ji Li suddenly thought of a possibility. They might not be pulled into just an illusion, but a place where truth and falsehood are mixed.

What they saw on the surface was a forest, but in fact they were stepping on the Wangchuan River!

The killing methods of those black shadow ghosts were very similar to those of the evil ghosts in the Wangchuan River. They were all torn apart and assimilated.

Tang Duan was pulled into the center of the ghost tide and was assimilated little by little, becoming one of them, just like those ghosts who were pulled into the Wangchuan River, and were eventually torn apart to become new ghosts of the Wangchuan River...

"No wonder the structure here is strange, and the temperament here is so cold..."

Ji Li exhaled a white mist. He had always ignored the temperature here.

Northwest is where the way to survive is, because this is the only way to get ashore!

The next thing went very smoothly. Ji Li and Hong Fu just continued to move forward along the northwest woods, and the ghosts behind them were chasing them closely.

But it was no longer effective. When the two fled to the dead corner of the northwest woods.

The scene in front of them suddenly changed, from the dense woods, back to the familiar Wangchuan River.

Hong Fu was about to take a breath and speak, but was picked up by a hand and thrown out fiercely, and disappeared strangely from the Wangchuan River.

Ji Li saw the owner of the hand, and also saw a hunched figure standing on the Wangchuan River opposite the man.

Li Congrong, dressed in black, stood by the river and looked at the evil ghosts on the water that seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and turned to look at Ji Li.

"Manager Ji, your speed is a little slower than I thought."

Ji Li saw that Li Congrong had broken through another spiritual world for a long time, and had been waiting for his arrival.

So he took two steps forward, stood by the river, and looked at the powerful ghost in front of him.

"Meng Po is waiting for me, and you are waiting for me too..."

Leaning on a cane, Meng Po, who looks extremely old, seems ordinary and restrained, but everyone knows that at Naihe Bridge and Wangchuan River.

Meng Po is the well-deserved ghost king!

But at this moment, the two store managers of the fifth and seventh branches standing by the river are equally heroic.

Li Congrong unbuttoned his clothes one by one, revealing a soft armor he was wearing inside, and said slowly:

"Manager Ji, our mission is to solve Meng Po. After success, you have to promise me one thing."

Ji Li's eyes were ordinary. He untied the blood-red coffin behind him, stood beside him, and clenched the Abang Rakshasa chain.

A cat jumped onto his shoulder, arched its body, and growled at Meng Po threateningly.

"Do I owe you?"

"I think you will definitely agree."

The conversation between the two store managers was interrupted, and the water of Wangchuan River suddenly rose into the air, forming an extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous water curtain, connecting directly to the sky.

Meng Po, standing on the top of the water curtain, looked down silently at the two ants that were trying to provoke her.

For thousands of years, no one dared to resist the people she wanted to kill.

But today!