Chapter 515: Fighting the Female Ghost

Outside the gate of the ghost house, Wang Zhifan, who had killed two people, approached here again, causing a great mental shock to the players who were confronting outside.

"The person who was entangled by the skills of the Han people just now was a fake body? When did he get out?"

The leading young Xia player said with doubts, not understanding why someone who was originally killed by the Han people appeared in front of him again with a relaxed look, as if he could perform magic.

"He didn't just get out. I went over to see that he killed the two Han people who attacked him, and they were all killed instantly."

Then a woman's voice came from the air. It was a female member of this Xia player group.

"Boss, this guy is a bit difficult to deal with. Otherwise, leave him alone and deal with the remaining Han people first... No! The Han people ran away!"

The third Xia player, who should be a gunner, had just given advice to the leader when he found that the two Han people who were confronting them in the distance suddenly summoned a motorcycle, and then the two jumped on the car and turned the accelerator to run very fast. The speed was probably 200 yards straight.

"Hurry up and chase them! It's easy for the three of us to beat the two of them!"

The Xia country leader player saw this and swung his hand to create a floating cloud-like thing, pulled the gunman player onto the cloud and chased them quickly. The speed of the cloud was actually a few points faster than the motorcycle of the Han country player.

"Boss! What should we do with the haunted house here? There must be good things inside!"

"Don't worry! Let's kill the Han country guy and come back! Maybe we can run into that lone wolf and the things inside and fight them both to lose, which is a good opportunity to take advantage!"

The rapidly moving away dark cloud was followed by the discussion of several people, and the sound of continuous shooting by the gunmen of both sides.

A chase battle between players kicked off, and one of the parties was still thinking about the haunted house that Wang Zhifan was heading towards, and did not intend to really leave the benefits to him.

At the door of the brightly lit haunted house, Wang Zhifan ignored the whereabouts of other players and walked into the haunted house slowly.

The more he walked into this abnormal place, the more he could feel the strong evil spirit hidden inside, which was stronger than the zombies he encountered in the underground palace before.

"It should be a tough guy, we can have a good fight."

Holding the Qingdi Knife, Wang Zhifan entered a state of high concentration. His intuition told him that this time the opponent would not play too many tricks with him, and there would be a tough battle.

"It's better to stabilize the situation first and try some tricks, just use these cheap summons."

After a little thought, he felt that it was too reckless to force it, so he took out the excellent Yinwu jar that he had just got from the space ring, and summoned the three ghosts in it by holding the Yinwu jar with one hand.

In an instant, the ugly bald zombie, the hanged ghost with a long neck and an even longer tongue, and the female ghost with empty eyes and bleeding constantly appeared in front of Wang Zhifan, allowing him to drive.

Wang Zhifan did not cherish the ghost summons he had robbed. He ordered these three guys to launch an attack directly according to the position of the strong enemy he sensed, and test the enemy's strength.

After receiving his order, the corpse and two ghosts immediately rushed towards the brightly lit and ancient mahogany house in front of them, with the unstoppable momentum to completely destroy this haunted house.

Wang Zhifan himself stayed where he was and watched carefully, waiting for the result of the first wave of attempts.

Papapapa~

The strong and powerful bald zombie stepped on the ground with both feet and was the first to fiercely crash into the mahogany door in front of him.

But at the moment when its body was about to touch the mahogany door, a slight ripple appeared in the air, and it was instantly absorbed like a mysterious vortex and disappeared.

"Huh? I lost contact with it? What's going on?"

Wang Zhifan, who was standing at a distance holding the Yinwu jar, frowned immediately and quickly asked the male and female ghosts who were about to follow the bald zombie to stop, and did not rush to the ancient house in front of him, so as not to cause continuous free kills.

He then carefully sensed the house in front of him that showed strange characteristics. He first confirmed that the fierce ghost he was looking for was inside, and then confirmed that the evil spirit in the house suddenly rose, perhaps dominated by the ghost inside.

"Hehe~"

Before Wang Zhifan could figure it out, a gloomy female laugh suddenly came from the haunted house, with malice that made people's spines cold, and also with an angry mockery.

Then Wang Zhifan saw the air ripples that had just appeared appear in front of the house for the second time, and a bald figure in red clothes emerged from it out of thin air. It was the bald zombie he sent in to investigate.

The bald zombie at this time was very different from when Wang Zhifan sent him in.

First of all, its originally ordinary face was painted with heavy makeup, which made it look like a big man pretending to be a woman, which was disgusting.

Then its clothes also changed, from the previous ordinary clothes to a bright red short coat with a happy character, looking like a servant helping to do red things, or a male servant with heavy makeup.

"This female ghost is really full of evil taste..."

Wang Zhifan was speechless when he saw this scene, and realized that the owner of the haunted house was indeed mocking him.

"Roar~"

Then the bald zombie in red clothes and heavy makeup roared and jumped towards Wang Zhifan, the master, as if he wanted to tear Wang Zhifan alive. No matter how Wang Zhifan controlled it, he could not stop it.

To put it simply, Wang Zhifan found that the Yinwu jar had lost its ability to control the bald zombie.

"It can actually cut off the connection between the Yinwu jar and the ghosts, and turn the ghosts I controlled into its little brothers. It's interesting..."

With a light tap of one foot, Wang Zhifan immediately jumped high to avoid the red-clothed bald zombie that was rushing towards him, and at the same time used the Yin-object jar to control the other two ghosts to come to the rescue, forming a situation of two ghosts fighting one corpse.

The scene of the three fighting in a melee was a naked slap in the face to Wang Zhifan. Obviously, all three ghosts belonged to him, but now one of them was instigated by the fierce ghost and began to oppose him.

After watching the scene of the long-tongued male ghost and the blood-eyed female ghost fighting the bald zombie for a few seconds, Wang Zhifan did not interfere with them, but started the second wave of attempts, sending one of his dream-self clones to rush to the haunted house in front.

He was very curious whether the existence in the haunted house could instigate his dream-self clone. If so, the ability of this ghost was a bit against the sky. Because Wang Zhifan's dream-self clone was not a summoned object, it was essentially an extension of his power and a part of himself in a broad sense.

The close connection between the dream-self clone and his original body was far from comparable to the bald zombie controlled by the Yin-object jar.

The answer was soon revealed. As my clone rushed towards the haunted house in front, the ripples in the air reappeared and were sensed by Wang Zhifan through his clone.

It was a cold and evil sight, which had a special attraction and pulled Wang Zhifan's clone into a dark space.

There was nothing in the extremely dark space. One could only see a huge female face hanging in the middle. The woman's face was at least ten feet tall, and her eyes were looking in the direction of the clone. A gloomy and terrifying smile was outlined on her face.

It can be vaguely seen that the woman should be an ancient person. She had a very pale face and was painted with ancient heavy makeup. Her long hair was like a waterfall and she wore a bone hairpin. With her dark ghost eyes without pupils and the gloomy arc of her mouth, she looked extremely terrifying.

Since entering, Wang Zhifan has felt the huge erosion that has been constantly attacking in this dark space through his clone. It seems that this huge woman's face is corrupting him through her sight and wants to turn his clone into a puppet with evil spirit.

But Wang Zhifan's dream clone is too closely connected to himself, and his own strength is extremely strong, so it is difficult for this female ghost to shake him in a short time.

Moreover, the dream clone has a special mechanism, that is, once the clone loses contact with the main body, it will directly collapse and become invisible, giving no chance for others to use it.

"Strange space... huge female ghost face... what on earth is this..."

Maintaining the stability of the clone, Wang Zhifan couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

He is now very confused about where his clone is. It feels that it is not in the haunted house, but in a special space created by the female ghost.

The next moment, he thought of the scene when he first discovered this female ghost during the shaman dance. At that time, he saw a silhouette of a woman combing her hair on the window paper, and that woman must be this female ghost.

"Combing hair... dressing table... mirror... yes, it's a mirror! The clone is in the mirror!"

Suddenly, Wang Zhifan understood why the space where his clone was located was so strange. He could only see a huge female ghost face. The reason was obviously that the clone was in the mirror, in the dressing table mirror facing the female ghost!

"Is this your combat mechanism? Pull the opponent into the mirror space? You are outside the mirror, so you are naturally invincible?"

Based on this inference, Wang Zhifan understood the power of this female ghost.

If it has a strong control over the mirror space, it is really difficult to deal with it. After all, no matter how powerful the existence in the mirror is, it can't affect the outside of the mirror.

"Qingdi! Help me break the mirror space!"

After figuring out the key point, Wang Zhifan immediately drew his sword out of the sheath and aimed the legendary long sword emitting a jade luster at the haunted house in front. The strength of his momentum began to rise steadily, gathering more and more powerful power.

As a person who has practiced the legendary skill of the Eternal Freedom of All Space and Time, Wang Zhifan has been studying the laws of space recently. Although there are not many results, his understanding of the laws of space is not comparable to that of ordinary players. This is the basis for his confidence in breaking through the mirror space.

The Qingdi Sword is the key to his realization of this goal. This legendary weapon itself has the characteristic of "cutting nothing". With its strength, it can even cut through artificial abstract concepts, let alone a mere space.

What's more, the mirror space is different from the real law space. It has a real carrier, not a completely conceptual space, and is more likely to be completely defeated.

So after a few breaths, Wang Zhifan gathered all his strength and slashed with a knife, letting the Qingdi Sword in his hand cut through the air in front of him, creating an unprecedented knife for him.

This knife contains his entire understanding of the laws of space, and the tacit understanding between him and the Qingdi Sword. Through the positioning of the dream self clone in the mirror space, it cuts towards the mirror space as a whole with great precision.

The plain blade light then penetrated the air and sank into the void in front of him, as if entering a different space.

Then Wang Zhifan heard a sound similar to the shattering of a mirror from the haunted house in front of him, followed by a sharp cry of a woman, full of anger and resentment.

Finally, he saw that the haunted house he was in began to expand infinitely around him, and countless female ghosts in red appeared out of thin air everywhere around him, and surrounded him with ferocious faces. The scene was quite like a battle of ten thousand ghosts devouring his heart.

"Is this the second stage of the BOSS? Instead of playing the mirror space, you are playing illusion and clones to beat him up? I am not afraid of you if you play these two, let's see who can beat who!"

Falling into the boundless expansion of the ghost house and surrounded by many terrifying female ghosts in red, Wang Zhifan felt that he had entered his comfort zone and was refreshed.

The reason was that the Great Dream Sword Sutra, which he had mastered at the Lv8 level, happened to be good at illusion and clones, and it could be said that there was a similar method to the second stage of this BOSS.

He immediately used his power to create hundreds of thousands of dream clones, which united around him to form a spectacular army of clones and fought with the female ghosts in red.

During the whole process, his original body did not move the sword himself, but completely controlled a large number of clones to fight against the female ghosts in red, focusing on a means of equality.

However, the reason why he did this was not because he was arrogant, but because he knew that the female ghost's original body had not yet appeared. At present, it was just a trial stage for both sides to wear down each other's strength, and he could not show too much personal strength to the opponent.

As expected, with a large number of clones blocking and killing countless red-clothed female ghosts, this fantasy world began to shake and gradually collapsed, and Wang Zhifan returned to the original haunted house.

At this time, the two major methods of the owner of the haunted house were broken by him. The bald zombie and the male and female ghosts who were originally in the melee died together, leaving only one original body.

Wang Zhifan, holding the unsheathed Qingdi knife, kicked open the door without hesitation and stepped into the house that had lost most of its strange power. He saw the red-clothed female ghost sitting in front of the broken mirror in the house.

The aura of the female ghost was not as strong as at the beginning. She had lost some of it in the previous battle with him, and the female ghost was facing the door. Her cold and terrifying face could be seen from the broken mirror of the dressing table.

"What? Are you angry? Don't worry, you won't feel this way soon!"

Sensing the female ghost's strong resentment towards him, Wang Zhifan first mocked it, and then suddenly slashed with a knife, intending to kill this powerful female ghost in seconds.

However, the female ghost did not choose to sit and wait for death. First, it disappeared to avoid Wang Zhifan's powerful sword, and then the whole haunted house shook and quickly rose into the sky.

Wang Zhifan released his senses to investigate and found that a huge and terrifying female ghost as big as a mountain had drilled out from the ground.

It stretched out its hands and lifted up the chopped ghost house. Wang Zhifan stood in the ghost house as if he was in a small cage. (End of this chapter)