Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

1077 Marionette
Unknowingly, in every sword fight, the Tai Chi energy that Atletico Madrid had poured into the samurai sword before was dragging and biting the attacks of those ninja blood warriors.

And after a while, every ninja blood warrior faintly sensed something was wrong.

Because the movement of swinging the knife that they had been accustomed to for a long time began to become cumbersome, as if someone had tied a big rock to the tip of their knife, which was cumbersome.

Every time they swung a knife at the innocent, idiot-smiling guy, the unpleasant feeling became even more pronounced.

The muscle bundles on their arms are getting tighter and tighter. If they want to maintain the speed of their swings, then they have to use every inch of muscle in their bodies.

The foreheads of the ninjas under the veils are already dripping with sweat—is there a mistake?Now it feels like chopping with a big ax that is constantly expanding.

Atletico Madrid resisted more and more easily, and the smile on his face became more and more famous. His eyes that were as bright as morning stars smiled into two crescent moons, and the dimples on his face really seemed to be sweet and about to ooze wine It's like coming.

The happier he was smiling, the more frightened those ninja warriors were.

Because at this moment they also discovered that not only did their movement of swinging the knife slow down, but they couldn't even choose the direction they wanted to chop.

To put it bluntly, their stiff muscles seem to be pulled by some strange force of Atletico Madrid, which has turned their bodies into marionettes controlled by motion inertia.

"Everyone, don't move around!"

The little leader who hadn't extinguished the fire yet, but most of his body had been burned, but still persisted by relying on the unusually strong physical vitality of the vampire, let out a loud cry.

Before he finished speaking, he felt the heavy shackles on his body suddenly loosen.

Paradoxically, inexplicably, it made them feel problematic and relaxed at the same time.

"Okay, it's almost time."

Atletico blinked at the ninja blood warriors. It was originally a cute little gesture, but in the eyes of these ninja blood warriors, it became a signal for the arrival of the messenger.

In an instant, the pressure that firmly trapped the hands of all the ninja blood warriors, which could not be shaken off no matter how hard they struggled, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)