When Zhang Xiangguang was attacked by the three Kings, Lu Zhiwen was also targeted. His situation was even worse because he wasn't the type of team leader proficient in facing supernatural forces head-on. Now, he also had to face the encirclent and deadly attack of the three Kings, which was undoubtedly
The three Kings making a move were the Gentleman, the Butcher, and the Gravedigger.
These three Kings rarely showed themselves and had never directly encountered the team leader before, so there was very little information about them leaked. Precisely because of this, their target chose Lu Zhiwen.
"Mister Lu, this is our first eting, but also our last. I hope Mister Lu doesn't resist aninglessly and cooperates with us to end your life here," said the Gentleman with a hat appearing before Lu Zhiwen.
The first words upon eting were to tell Lu Zhiwen to die.
It was polite, yet not quite polite.
Strangely, the man code-nad Gentleman seed to have a certain allure in his speech. After hearing his voice, Lu Zhiwen only felt a bit dazed, with a conflict to stand still and continue listening.
"Not good." Lu Zhiwen suddenly woke up, imdiately sensing sothing and looked behind.
But the Gentleman's purpose was already achieved. What he wanted to do was rely to disturb Lu Zhiwen without making any deliberate moves.
As he turned back.
A chipped, blood-stained cleaver suddenly swung directly towards Lu Zhiwen's forehead.
No reaction.
The chipped cleaver embedded right into Lu Zhiwen's forehead. He widened his eyes in shock, his whole body froze, standing motionless like he had lost his soul or dropped dead instantaneously. Yet his body didn't fall.
"Did we succeed?" The Gentleman touched his hat and slowly said.
"Failed, he escaped, but he got injured, not fatal enough to take his life," the Butcher extended a sturdy hand, grabbed the chipped cleaver, and directly yanked it from Lu Zhiwen's forehead.
No anticipated blood splatter occurred; instead, wood grain appeared inside the cleaved forehead, unlike a living body.
This was a bizarre wooden puppet.
"The Gravedigger is already waiting for him; he cannot escape," the Gentleman remained unhurried, appearing calm and composed.
"We should have acted together just now, not devised so strategies," the Butcher said lowly, expressing dissatisfaction.
The Gentleman smiled, "It's a real headache when a team leader runs. You must find a way to block his escape route to ensure the kill. Going for a one-hit kill is prone to errors; I don't like this thod. Don't complain, no matter how he struggles, the result will be the sa."
"Really dangerous, did these guys just co to take my life from the start? In this situation, I shouldn't confront them head-on but maneuver. If they dare to corner alone, it ans so teammates have not been attacked by the Kings at all. Once they react, they will surely co to support."
Lu Zhiwen at this mont stepped out of an inconspicuous alley in his responsible area, feeling the imdiate priority should be self-preservation instead of counter-attacking.
Then, sensing sothing, he stopped in his tracks, reached out, and touched his forehead.
A trickle of sticky blood gradually seeped out from his forehead, and as ti passed, the blood flowed more and more.
"Clearly no wound, yet continually bleeding, is it due to that cleaver? Terrifying, no wonder the Gentleman was willing to assist the Butcher. If truly cut by that blade, it would be certain death," Lu Zhiwen had a serious expression, instantly realizing the situation.
"Looks like I can no longer use the wooden puppet carelessly. Otherwise, a few more chops from the Butcher and I might really die."
At this mont, Lu Zhiwen was already feeling his head starting to throb painfully, as if truly hit by a blade. Yet no matter how much blood seeped, and no matter how the pain intensified, there wasn't a scratch on his head.
Feeling sothing amiss, he planned to move to another location, avoiding staying too long in one spot to evade being targeted.
However, just as Lu Zhiwen stepped forward, suddenly the ground beneath his foot disappeared.
Soon, a terrifying pull ca from that foot.
Looking down, Lu Zhiwen's pupils shrank sharply; he saw a pit appeared unknowingly in front of him. The pit seed man-dug, yet it was pitch black and unfathomable. Most horrifying, a dirty, skinny, icy-cold hand was reaching out from the pit, grabbing his ankle, desperately pulling down.
The pulling force was astonishingly strong, or rather, it wasn't re strength at work, but an irresistible Supernatural Power dragging Lu Zhiwen into the deep pit.
"Is it another King's thod? This place was sealed off long ago, no wonder only two appeared previously. It seed they anticipated my escape," without any hesitation, Lu Zhiwen imdiately took out a pen.
This was a blood-seeping brush, with fresh blood dripping from its tip once taken out.
Yet when the blood dripped onto the hand reaching from the black pit, it directly pierced through it.
The eerie hand began to decay, the decay spreading visibly fast; within seconds, the hand clutching Lu Zhiwen's ankle would be completely corroded away.
"It's too late; I won't give you another chance to escape." The next mont, a familiar voice sounded, and the gentleman appeared.
Imdiately, darkness fell over Lu Zhiwen's head, as a piece of black cloth descended from above him.
Before the black cloth even touched him, Lu Zhiwen slled a strong odor of corpses. This black cloth was not an ordinary cloth; it felt like a terrifying ghost, only existing in the form of a black cloth.
"This will end your life."
The Butcher also appeared. His fat yet lifeless body stood like a wall, blocking Lu Zhiwen's escape route. At the sa ti, the knife in his hand, covered in clotted blood, once again swung at Lu Zhiwen, further affecting the surrounding environnt.
An unknown Ghost Domain directly sealed this place, giving Lu Zhiwen no chance to turn the tables.
The three Kings joined in the attack simultaneously. Even if Lu Zhiwen had so life-saving thods at this mont, they were not enough. Even if he could counterattack, what good would it do? At most, he could injure one of them, but the price would be his life.
"This is bad."
A look of despair appeared on Lu Zhiwen's numb face. Although he still had several supernatural tools, such as the substitute ghost doll and the Ghost Candle, they couldn't affect the situation at this mont. However, he didn't give up and still chose to release the substitute ghost doll.
But just as the substitute ghost doll poked its head out of Lu Zhiwen's pocket, the Kings' attack had already arrived.
The substitute ghost doll was the first to be destroyed.
A slash almost split the ghost doll's head in two, but fortunately, it managed to block one of the Kings' attacks.
However, Lu Zhiwen had no choice but to brace himself against the descending black cloth without any alternative.
The gentleman sneered, thinking he had succeeded.
Yet, at the critical mont.
The black cloth that should have covered Lu Zhiwen was sohow pulled away, drifting off in another direction.
"What?"
The gentleman's face changed suddenly at this sight.
But when he looked in the direction the black cloth drifted, he imdiately understood.
A bizarre woman dressed in a red wedding gown with her head covered stood not far away, unknowingly having arrived. She raised a pale arm and waved as if beckoning, and upon seeing her, white paper ashes began to float above everyone's heads.
"He Yuelian? Is support here?" Lu Zhiwen suddenly felt a surge of joy.
He hadn't expected He Yuelian to arrive just in ti at the crucial mont, seemingly having not encountered the Kings' attack herself. Once He Yuelian realized what was happening, she acted quickly.
"Damn it, just a bit short," the Butcher growled in rage, his anger implying bla toward the gentleman.
They had taken too long, and their team's leader wasn't a fool to have missed any signs.
"But there's still a chance."
The Butcher wasted no ti and imdiately swung his cleaver at Lu Zhiwen again. anwhile, fearso human heads appeared on his ashen skin. These heads varied in expressions and weren't alive; they were terrifying ghosts.
Sohow, the Butcher had managed to imprison ghosts within his body to use as a trump card when needed.
The ghosts struggled, tearing at the flesh, trying to escape the Butcher's body.
The Butcher endured indescribable pain, feeling as if his body would tear apart, yet he gritted his teeth and endured.
In an instant.
Four terrifying heads broke free from the Butcher's restraints, released directly, and lunged at Lu Zhiwen, followed closely by the cleaver.
And it didn't stop there.
The yet unseen King, codenad Gravedigger, also made a move. .
A vast, bottomless pit suddenly appeared beneath Lu Zhiwen's feet. He had no ground to stand on and began to fall.
Evidently, the King known as Gravedigger realized He Yuelian's appearance would disrupt their hunt, prompting an imdiate readiness for action without hesitation.
Consequently, a gigantic pit opened, and a corpse-like figure, screaming like a ferocious ghost, burst out and entangled Lu Zhiwen, intent on dragging him into the Ghost Hole to disappear from this world forever.
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