Chapter 211 True or False Prediction of the Future

Fang Xiu and Bai Qi also knew that they could not let the corpse fisherman fish for corpses anymore. No one knew the upper limit of the corpse fisherman's control over corpses, and no one wanted to know.

Once the other party could control the corpses in the entire cemetery, it would be useless even if the Investigation Bureau headquarters came.

The strong men of the last era VS the elites of this era, the loser must be this era.

Because the last era had already set foot on the other side to counterattack the weird nest, not to mention the result for the time being, just the fact that they could set foot on the other side was already extraordinary.

You know, the thin gray fog in the cemetery can cause damage to the third-level spirit masters, which means that the third-level spirit masters can't go to the other side at all, and they will die if they go.

In this way, the strong men buried here are at least above the third level. As for why they didn't use the domain, it might be related to the fact that they are corpses.

After all, they are already dead. Even if the corpse is controlled, it is probably difficult to exert all the strength before birth.

Whoosh!

Fang Xiu and Bai Qi turned into two afterimages, one on the left and one on the right, attacking the corpse fisherman.

But just as they were about to approach, a tall earth wall suddenly rose up under their feet, blocking their way. The two kept changing directions, but the earth wall would always rise up and block their way.

At this moment, the corpse fisherman made another move and threw the fishhook to the grave not far away.

Bang!

Another corpse was fished out.

It was a farmer who looked like a middle-aged man, with a hunched body and a few grooves on his face. He held a worn-out axe for chopping wood in his hand.

As soon as the farmer appeared, his eyes widened with anger and he roared. Then his veins bulged all over his body, and his muscles expanded wildly. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a devil muscle man more than two meters tall. His face was no longer the honest one before, but full of anger and violence, as if he had gone berserk.

He roared and raised his axe and rushed towards Bai Qi, who was closest to him.

Bai Qi's eyes turned cold, and the short knife in his hand slashed out like lightning.

Clang!

A violent metal clang sounded.

Bai Qi only felt an irresistible force coming at him, and the whole person was directly thrown out, but his reaction was very sensitive. With the help of his waist strength in the air, he twisted his body and landed safely.

However, the blow still cracked his palm, and blood was faintly flowing out of the hand holding the dagger.

The pain stimulated his eyes and the fighting spirit rose. In terms of strength, he knew that he could not beat the farmer, but in terms of speed, he believed that he was not inferior to anyone.

Whoosh!

Bai Qi's figure was divided into three, and three afterimages appeared, attacking the farmer from three directions.

The farmer had no time to defend himself, and only blocked one of the afterimages. The remaining two afterimages cut him and left two huge blood marks.

But the farmer, who was already a corpse, did not feel the pain at all. Instead, he roared continuously, and his muscles bulged more and more, and he faintly showed a blood color. His strength was stronger and his speed was faster.

The two sides fought in an instant.

Fang Xiu, on the other hand, relied on constantly changing his appearance to avoid the wall made of grave soil, getting closer and closer to the corpse fisherman.

He tried to attack the wall made of grave soil, but the wall was so strong that even a scalpel could not penetrate it, so he could only avoid it.

Getting closer and closer!

Fang Xiu finally came in front of the corpse fisherman, and the scalpel turned into a silver lightning and stabbed directly at the opponent's neck.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out.

The scalpel could not move an inch at the neck of the corpse fisherman.

Fang Xiu frowned immediately, staring at the opponent's neck closely, and suddenly found that some gray grave soil fell on the neck.

Could it be that... the corpse fisherman was made of grave soil?

Before he could figure it out, the corpse fisherman attacked again, and in a flash, he fished out another corpse.

It was a young man in a Zhongshan suit, with an ordinary appearance, but with a bookish air, like a college student of the last era.

Suddenly, the young man opened his gray eyes, and a black pen appeared in his hand with a tremor of his right hand. He gently took off the pen cap, revealing a sharp pen tip!

Fang Xiu ignored the young man, but noticed that the corpse fisherman was no longer fishing for corpses, and was motionless like a statue.

He had already guessed in his mind that the other party was fishing for corpses based on the number of people. Is this the trial of the cemetery?

Each person has a corpse as an opponent, and winning is considered passing?

Just as Fang Xiu was thinking, the young man raised the pen in his hand expressionlessly and stabbed at him like a venomous snake out of a hole.

The tip of the pen was getting closer and closer, and it kept magnifying in his eyes, as if it would pierce the eyeball in the next second.

However, Fang Xiu just turned his head slightly and dodged the attack.

But something unexpected happened. At the moment when Fang Xiu dodged, the tip of the pen almost turned around at the same time and slashed towards him again.

Swish!

Fang Xiu's fair face was scratched with a scar, and the bright red blood slowly flowed out.

But in the next second, a flash of light appeared, and the injury recovered.

He raised the scalpel like lightning and started to attack, clang clang clang...

The two of them were surrounded by dense metal collision sounds.

Feeling the difficulty of the young man, Fang Xiu did not hesitate to open the strange knife, and the violent and chaotic strange power surged into his body, his silver hair danced wildly, and his blood pupils appeared.

The attack of the blood pupils was ineffective against the dead, so he relied on the power of the scalpel and the strange hair to fight the enemy.

The strange hair was like countless poisonous snakes, constantly stabbing out, bursting out with a violent storm of attacks.

But none of the blows could hit the young man in front of him. It was clear that this man's strength and speed were not too outstanding, and Fang Xiu, who was beginning to become strange, could surely suppress him.

But even so, it was just a miss.

The young man seemed to have foresight in advance, always anticipating the enemy's opportunity, and dodged countless attacks very gracefully and calmly, like a dancer dancing in the storm, not even a drop of rain touching him.

Fang Xiu suddenly frowned. It might be difficult for others to notice, but he, who had "predicted the future" countless times, could see that the young man's ability was to predict the future.

To truly predict the future, you should be able to predict the future a few seconds in advance, so that you can avoid it in advance.

He didn't expect that one day, his fake future prediction would actually come face to face with his real future prediction.

In battle, the ability to predict the future is indeed extremely difficult to deal with. Your next attack will be completely seen by the opponent. Even if you are fast, the opponent can still move ahead of time.

"Can you predict the future? But that alone is not enough. In the face of absolute strength, all you can predict is your own death."

Fang Xiu murmured to himself calmly, then he spread his fingers, put his hand on his face, and made a sharp stroke. The dark flames instantly burst out, turning into a black fire mask and appeared on his face.

At this time, the young man quickly distanced himself and retreated towards the rear.

"Oh? Have you foreseen your own death? Then accept it calmly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xiu's figure disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the young man.

The young man seemed to have predicted it, but under the crushing speed, the young man's body had just reacted, and a scalpel had already been placed on his neck.

Uh-huh!

Cut it out with one knife!

The young man's head rolled directly to the ground.

Then, his body collapsed and merged into the grave soil in a very strange way.

After dealing with the young man, Fang Xiu immediately targeted the corpse fisherman.

But strangely, the corpse-fishing man slowly turned into a pile of gray-white grave soil, forming a small mound on the ground.

At this time, the battle on Heijiji's side also ended. She was panting heavily, obviously exhausted, and her opponent, the fat man, had fallen to the ground.

Half became a burnt corpse, and half became an ice sculpture, which was then blended into the grave soil.

Not long after, good news came to Yang Ming and Bai Qi. Both of them defeated their opponents.

Without exception, the corpses of farmers and women were integrated into the soil.

"Hahaha... Xiaobai, you are too slow, I will deal with the enemy first." Yang Ming put his hands on his hips and laughed.

Bai Qi's face was gloomy, and he was on the verge of rage.

"Have you passed this level?" Hei Jiji asked with a hint of joy.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly and looked at the gradually blackening grave soil at his feet.

"not yet."