Chapter 131 Team Fang, Do We Still Have a Future?

The scene fell into silence for a while. •

But at this moment.

"Fei Fei! Fei Fei, why did you fly away?"

Zhao Hao kept shouting because he lost his target.

He shouted several times, as anxious as watching a movie at a critical moment, and then his mobile phone suddenly ran out of power, like a headless fly.

Fang Xiu immediately lifted the illusion.

Zhao Hao instantly regained his clarity.

And then...then he was stunned.

Because he found that everyone was staring at him with an extremely weird look, or to be more precise, at his tent.

Zhao Hao was stunned for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Ah!!"

He suddenly burst into a miserable cry, and then ran away with his hands covering his head.

"Brother Xiu, you've made a mistake!"

Of course, he didn't run too far, and he was obviously still a little rational, knowing that he couldn't leave the main group, so he went to squat in the corner.

Everyone: "........."

After a while, the fat man came over.

"Brother Xiu, Nightmare has escaped. What should we do now? Let's go back to the Investigation Bureau first?"

Before Fang Xiu could answer, a roar filled with anger suddenly sounded in the sky.

"None of you can leave!! How dare you humiliate me like this! You all deserve to die!"

Nightmare's angry voice resounded throughout the venue, but only the voice was heard but not the person. It was obvious that he was very concerned about Zhao Hao.

At this time, Nightmare obviously wanted to kill people to silence them. Just now, the most embarrassing scene in its life... the second most embarrassing scene was seen by so many people. It had to kill everyone to wash away this humiliation.

The most embarrassing scene was the time when it had an in-depth exchange with Zhao Hao in the mental hospital.

That time was a nightmare that Nightmare would never forget in his life.

After Nightmare roared, boom!

Boom!

The ground actually trembled slightly.

Everyone was shocked.

"What's going on?! Is there going to be an earthquake?"

"It's not an earthquake! It's... footsteps!"

"What! Are you sure you didn't hear it wrong? Footsteps that can shake the ground? How is that possible?"

"He didn't hear it wrong. We are already surrounded by ghost slaves." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.

At this time, a dark mass of people appeared not far away, like a zombie siege, rushing towards the crowd like a tide.

These people are ghost slaves!

They are all ordinary people who died of fear before.

Seeing this scene, everyone was desperate.

The entire Green Vine City has a population of millions. How many people died in this nightmare incident?

100,000? 500,000? Or 1 million?

No one knows, anyway, it is definitely a very terrifying number.

After these ordinary people became ghost slaves, although their strength and speed increased greatly, and they were fearless, they were all spirit masters present, so they were not afraid.

But the bad thing is that there are too many people, so many that one person's spit can drown everyone.

The spiritual power of the spirit master is limited. When tens of thousands of ghost slaves launched a charge, not to mention them, even Yang Ming and Bai Qi would be exhausted and die.

"Everyone, go to the roof!"

When everyone was desperate, Fang Xiu gave the order.

They reacted one after another and jumped onto the roofs of the surrounding houses like crazy.

Those who have played the game know that you can't fight hard when fighting zombies, you must use the terrain and occupy the commanding heights.

A few seconds after everyone jumped onto the roof, the ghost slaves had already surged like a tide. Almost in the blink of an eye, the open space was filled with dense ghost slaves.

They roared wildly and climbed up the roof desperately.

The ghost slaves had no wisdom, they only knew to rush in all at once, which led to the stampede. The first ghost slaves who rushed in were directly squeezed to the ground, and the ghost slaves behind stepped on their bodies to climb up.

This time, everyone didn't wait for Fang Xiu's order, and attacked frantically one by one. After all, no one wanted to die.

Boom boom boom!

Shen Lingxue transformed into a goddess of fire, bombarding fireballs continuously. Each fireball was like a high-explosive bomb, capable of engulfing dozens of ghost slaves.

The fat man took advantage of his high HP, holding a bronze candlestick and teleporting continuously. Whenever a place was about to be conquered by ghost slaves, he would go up and use the candlelight to drive away the ghost slaves. He really made up for the weakness.

Other spirit masters also showed their magical powers one after another. No one dared to be stingy with their spirituality. After all, spirituality can be restored if it is gone, but if life is gone, everything is gone.

Facing the human wave tactics of Nightmare, Fang Xiu was not idle either. Now was not the time for him to retain his strength.

Because this was a desperate situation.

This was a desperate situation that could not be changed even if he died and rolled back.

There was no conspiracy or trickery, nor any fancy abilities, it was the purest human wave tactics.

No matter how many times he rolled back, as long as he faced Nightmare, he could not get around this level.

As for choosing to avoid fighting, it was even more of a dead end.

Now that the Nightmare's Ghost Domain has just taken shape, it has such strength. Once he completely digests the entire Green Vine City, there will be no chance of a comeback.

So now, the only way is to fight to the death!

He controlled the hair ghost, and the long silver hair continued to grow. In the blink of an eye, it was all over the sky, densely packed with hair.

Those silver hairs were like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, piercing the bodies of the ghost slaves crazily.

With this attack, Fang Xiu killed hundreds of ghost slaves in seconds, with a very high efficiency.

"Ah! Die!"

Suddenly, Zhao Hao, who had been crouching, burst into a roar. He stood up and jumped directly into the sea of ​​ghost slaves.

He was also skilled and bold, attacking crazily in the group of strange slaves, and every punch and kick could blow up several strange slaves, just like a walking meat grinder.

Countless broken limbs and debris flew around him.

It can be seen that Zhao Hao was venting, mainly because it was too embarrassing and socially dead just now, which made him full of anger and had no place to vent.

Find Brother Xiu? Although Brother Xiu was not authentic, he finally saved himself in this way.

Find the onlookers? They didn't say anything or laugh at him, so there was really no reason to take action.

Zhao Hao, who had been frustrated for a long time, finally had a way to vent when he saw tens of thousands of strange slaves.

Relying on the strong confidence of the Duck King transformation, he didn't need to stay on the roof like others, and could take the initiative to attack.

Under the powerful offensive of the crowd, the strange slaves actually retreated step by step. There were a few periods of time when there was even a vacuum in the yard.

But victory was only an appearance, and the decline was hidden under the appearance.

Half an hour later, everyone's spirits were almost exhausted, and the whole yard had turned into a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Everyone couldn't remember how many ghost slaves they had killed. Was it 10,000? 20,000? Or 80,000?

But even after killing so many ghost slaves, the subsequent ghost slaves were still endless, and the number was so large that it was despairing.

Even the previously invincible Zhao Hao couldn't stand it.

A flash of white light passed, and Zhao Hao turned back to his previous loser appearance. A group of ghost slaves roared and rushed towards him.

Zhao Hao was shocked and launched a big move again: "Brother Xiu, save me!"

Swish!

A strand of silver hair fell from the sky, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him onto the roof.

After doing all this, Fang Xiu silently retracted his silver hair. At this time, his silver hair was no longer as shiny as before. It was stained with blood, and the silver color turned into blood color. There were also many pieces of meat, and the whole thing drooped down.

"Team Fang, do we still have a future?" A spirit master with a tired face and despair in his eyes couldn't help asking.

At this time, the blood moon was hanging high in the sky, and more than a dozen blood-soaked spirit masters were guarding on the roof, and the blood light stretched their shadows very long.

And under their feet, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as a dense army of strange slaves that could not be seen at a glance.

Despair flooded everyone's heart like a tide.