Chapter 91 Drum Sound
creak!creak!
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps on the snow behind me.

Yang Zili turned around and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a tall man with a frosty face walking towards him with stiff movements.

"Zuo Wei!"

Yang Zili recognized the other person at a glance. This frosty man was Zuo Wei, the head of Dakun City. He was indeed dead and became a container for the resurrection of evil spirits.

After the evil spirit appeared,
In an instant, the snow became colder and the wind became colder.

The evil spirit hasn't even gotten close yet, but the supernatural attack has already happened.

"My lord, times have changed!"

Facing the attack of evil spirits in the wind and snow, Yang Zili not only did not feel nervous, but instead had a strange smile on his face.

He stretched out a golden pistol from under the quilt and shot the evil ghost with a "bang".

The Wind and Snow Ghost paused for a moment.

Bang bang bang!
Following a series of gunshots, Yang Zili emptied the magazine without any hesitation. Along with the roar of the pistol, even the wind and snow dissipated.

Now among the official ghost riders, who doesn’t exchange some supernatural bullets to carry with them?

Seeing that the wind and snow ghost was hit by multiple supernatural bullets, its supernatural rules were directly interrupted and it stopped on the spot, motionless.

Yang Zili did not immediately go forward to try to imprison him, but continued to reload his magazine. He did not think that one supernatural magazine could completely suppress the opponent, and he was still in the Snowflake Ghost Domain, which had not dissipated yet.

Reload and fire!
Bang bang bang!
He emptied the magazine again, and all the supernatural bullets hit the evil spirit.

The more violent spiritual shock affected the snowflake ghost realm. The snowflakes on the ground began to become illusory, and the ghost realm was slowly disappearing.

"The supernatural bullets are really useful."

Seeing the snowflake ghost domain slowly disappearing, Yang Zili's mouth curled up. It was worth it that he exchanged all his contribution points for supernatural bullets. The evil ghost could not get close to him.

Of course, the most important thing is that the two evil spirits have physical bodies and can be hit by supernatural bullets.

After replacing the new supernatural magazine, Yang Zili slowly approached the evil spirit with the gun in hand.

When the distance was less than three meters, he unexpectedly emptied the magazine again.

Bang bang bang!
Another round of bullets fired.

"As a movie-watching king, how could I not know the importance of finishing off the enemy?" Yang Zili replaced the supernatural magazine and said proudly.

As we all know, not finishing off the enemy means you will be killed in return.

After three rounds of baptism by supernatural bullets, the snowflake ghost domain completely disappeared, the cold wind no longer existed, and the evil ghosts had completely fallen into a state of silence.

this time,

Yang Zili did not shoot again, but took out a golden bag from the quilt, muttering:

"Zuo Wei, even though we have never gotten along, we are both from the headquarters after all. Today I will take the trouble to collect your body."

As he said that, the golden bag was put over the ghost's body, but before he could seal it -

Boom...boom...boom!

Suddenly, a slow drumbeat was heard nearby. When Yang Zili heard the drumbeat, he felt dizzy and just wanted to fall asleep.

At the same time, the ghost-exorcising bell rings to drive away abnormalities.

"Sure enough, this supernatural incident is not that simple. I was wondering why Zuo Wei's evil spirit suddenly revived. It turns out that someone is behind this."

"What a loss. The headquarters will get less benefits." Yang Zili complained in his heart, but he did not hesitate. He sealed his mouth despite the supernatural attack of the drum sound.

Click, click, click!
Just as he did all this, the ghost-exorcising bell began to sound overwhelmed and was about to be broken.

First, they had to resist the attacks of the evil spirits in the wind and snow, and now there was the sound of unknown ghost drums. The ghost-chasing bell had done its best.

Yang Zili felt a little distressed. This was something he had just requested from the headquarters and it was damaged before he could even warm it up. However, he would not be stupid enough to turn off the ghost-exorcising bell. If the thing was gone, he could get it back later, but if his life was gone, everything was gone.

Boom...boom...boom!

The slow drumbeats continued to sound. Yang Ziling looked around but did not see any figure. The drumbeats seemed to come from all directions and it was impossible to tell the source.

"Who's beating the drum? Do you have the guts to stand up?"

Unable to find the enemy, Yang Zili simply sat on the golden cloth bag containing the evil ghost and said with disdain: "The ghost area has disappeared, and the support from the headquarters will arrive soon. If you turn around and leave immediately, you will die if you continue to stay here."

"I am also a worker. I don't want to fight you to the death. We ghost riders don't make things difficult for ghost riders. Go away. I will never make things difficult for you."

It seemed that Yang Zili's words had worked, and the continuous drumbeats stopped.

"Headquarters?"

A strange foreign accent sounded, and Yang Zili could barely understand what the other party was saying.

"I will kill you before the headquarters arrives. All of you Renguo ghost riders deserve to die."

Boom! ! !
As soon as the man finished speaking, a deafening drumbeat suddenly rang out.

A powerful supernatural attack arrives with the sound of drums.

Crack... A breaking sound was heard, and the ghost-chasing bell was completely damaged at this moment, while also blocking the attack of the drum sound.

Then a muffled groan sounded nearby, and a figure appeared in the void.

boom!
There was a gunshot.

Without any hesitation, Yang Zili fired a shot at the figure that suddenly appeared. Seeing that the figure was still moving, he continued to shoot.

Bang bang bang!
As the magazine was emptied, the figure became completely motionless.

"I told you to let you go, why are you so stubborn? You have to fight me." Yang Zili looked at the bullet hole that just appeared on the figure's forehead and said helplessly, "It's a pity that the ghost-exorcism bell I just got is gone."

The figure was a fat, bald old man. His features could no longer be seen clearly as his face was almost beaten to pieces. The most eye-catching thing was the small drum on the old man's waist, which should be the source of the drum sound just now.

Yang Zili looked at the figure carefully and found that he had no impression of him. This person was not the ghost rider nearby. Judging from the tone of his voice, he should be a foreigner.

After taking a photo with his mobile phone, he took out a golden cloth bag from the quilt and covered the old man with it.

The quilt wrapped around him was like a bottomless pit, filled with countless good things.

The reason why the old man was exposed was that the self-destruction of the ghost-exorcising bell would return the supernatural attack he had suffered, similar to the real counter-injury in the game. The old man who was attacked could not remain hidden, so Yang Zili seized the opportunity and took him away in one go.

“There shouldn’t be any old silver coins left, right?”

Yang Ziling was still frightened. He looked around but found nothing unusual. He felt that there should be only one ghost rider.

To be honest, if there hadn't been the ghost-exorcising bell, he might have succumbed to the supernatural attack of the drum sound. This drum sound specifically targets the spiritual consciousness of the ghost rider, and there is no way to deal with it. Even if he was controlling two evil ghosts, he would not be able to withstand it.

I guess Zuo Wei was killed by the other party.

"A foreign ghost rider ambushed and killed the person in charge of Dakun City. This piece of information should be able to earn a lot of contribution points, right?" Yang Zili took out a satellite phone and thought to himself as he looked at the call that was displayed on it.

(End of this chapter)