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Xiang Yu frowned; he roughly guessed what the other party was going to do.

The opponent still has a trick up their sleeve!

Xiang Yu suddenly felt his thoughts becoming chaotic. He rubbed his temples. If it were an ordinary person, their brain would probably crash instantly.

but……

He's no ordinary person.

As he entered "flow," everything around him became incredibly clear, and he was no longer affected by anything external.

Xiang Yu could withstand this attack, but the middle-aged man and Ai Bowu's eyes suddenly became confused.

Especially Aibowu, whose eyes rolled back from the move, and he fell to the ground, convulsing like a maggot.

As for the middle-aged man, who had initially been fearful, he suddenly became fearless, and his expression instantly turned cold.

"Ha, all that talk, but what's the use?" The middle-aged man was completely different from before. "Once I take your head off, no matter what strange abilities you have, you'll die here!"

It seems that Jiang Ning's skill has a reversal effect; it can enhance memories or temporarily reverse them.

However, this move was clearly too much for Jiang Ning, as she was now supporting herself on her arm, swaying precariously, as if she had exhausted herself for several days.

...Just like Xiang Yu asked three questions in a row.

Xiang Yu was very familiar with this situation and knew that Jiang Ning was at her limit. Once she was dealt with, everything would be over.

The problem is that the middle-aged man is now completely under his control. If the other party is truly willing to risk his life for his, he is honestly no match for him.

Although I appeared very calm and composed just now, it was actually thanks to the doll's incredible abilities that it was more like a magic trick.

If it really comes down to a real fight, and someone with better physical abilities than Xiang Yu comes along and relentlessly attacks without caring about anything else, then Xiang Yu will indeed have to rack his brains.

"but……"

Xiang Yu wasn't afraid; he wasn't even nervous.

He slowly pulled out the walkie-talkie from his waist—the one Ji Zhuo had given him.

After barely dodging the opponent's attack, he pressed the button on the walkie-talkie and whispered:

"Let's do it."

Suddenly, Jiang Ning felt a chill down her spine. She felt like someone was watching her, but she couldn't pinpoint where the gaze was coming from.

She quickly looked around, but the moment her gaze shifted behind her, she saw a glimmer of light.

Then came the sound of gunfire.

"Bang!"

Intense pain suddenly spread from her chest. She stared in disbelief at the blooming blood on her chest and the crimson wound.

"you!"

Jiang Ning used her last bit of strength to look sharply at Xiang Yu, but Xiang Yu only shook her head.

Then he said something softly.

The words were drowned out by the loud noise, and Jiang Ning, who was also suffering from tinnitus due to blood loss, could not hear Xiang Yu's voice clearly, but she understood what he meant by reading his lip movements.

"I'm sorry, I was already prepared."

Jiang Ning stared at Xiang Yu with an incredulous look, and a few seconds later, the unwilling soul completely detached from the body, and the originally shrewd pupils now widened.

"thump!"

She collapsed to the ground, lying in the pool of blood she had shed.

"Brother Xiang!" An Ling ran out from the stairwell of a nearby residential building, followed by Ji Zhuo and Li Yiheng, who were carrying guns.

During that time, Xiang Yu had secretly contacted Ji Zhuo and the others using a walkie-talkie. The reason he pretended not to know where they were was because he didn't really trust Ai Baiwu who was with him.

Furthermore, with people following them, they can no longer openly express their acquaintance with the local indigenous people.

But now, Xiang Yu has figured out Ai Bowu's personality; he really is a fool.

With Luo Yue's death, Jiang Ning and the middle-aged man had also broken off all pretense with him, so there was no need for him to pretend anymore.

So he used a walkie-talkie to tell Anling and the others this information, instructing them to lie in ambush at a specific location and wait for Xiangyu to lead these people into the encirclement.

In retrospect, the ambush was quite well laid.

"call……"

But the middle-aged man continued to pursue her relentlessly; it seemed that even death could not erase Jiang Ning's influence.

Ji Zhuo held the pistol and aimed at the middle-aged man several times, but the man was too fast, making it impossible for him to keep a steady aim.

Firing like that could easily injure Xiangyu.

Just as the group hesitated about whether to fire, Xiang Yu was stunned after dodging the middle-aged man's attack.

He murmured:

"etc……"

"Could it be... that there really are ghosts at night?"

An Ling, who was standing to the side, was also stunned. She followed Xiang Yu's gaze and saw a blood-red shadow appear around them. Its figure was blurry and indistinct, and it was shrouded in blood-red mist.

Before Xiang Yu could even get a good look at the other person, he immediately turned his head away and took off running.

Stop looking, run!

Upon hearing Xiang Yu's order, An Ling, Ji Zhuo, and Li Yiheng immediately followed Xiang Yu and ran away without looking back. When Ji Zhuo reached the unconscious Ai Baiwu's side, he quickly asked.

"Section Chief, should we save him?"

"Ah...you carry him and run!"

Ji Zhuo gritted his teeth, revealing a resolute expression. His dream was to protect the people behind him, and he would never abandon any ordinary person.

He then placed Ai Bowu on Li Yiheng's back, saying, "You're strong, you can carry him."

"???"

"Old Ji, you @#￥%……"

After hurling insults, the group started running towards the hospital.

But the middle-aged man had no intention of letting Xiang Yu go. Just as he was about to continue his pursuit, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him had become strange. He slowly turned around and saw that the figure was behind him.

"Don't... turn around..."

The voice of that figure was so terrifying that it jolted the confused middle-aged man back to his senses.

He felt a chill rising from his lower body; he wanted to run away, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

"No, why can't I control my legs? Am I scared? Am I really that scared?"

The middle-aged man always prided himself on his courage, believing that no matter what kind of ghosts or monsters he faced, he would not be so afraid that he would lose his fighting ability.

But now he has no idea what happened, that he can no longer control his body.

"wrong……"

He suddenly realized something. He slowly lowered his head and found that his legs were still there, but they had changed.

The toes had turned into heels.

No, it's not that the toes turned into heels...

It's his head!

His head was twisted off, so in his eyes, his toes and heels were reversed.

Because the head was severed, therefore...

He simply couldn't control his body.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the blood-red ghostly figure, and its appearance became clearer.

With a muffled thud, the middle-aged man whose neck had been twisted fell to the ground, face down, his head fixed on the sky.