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Outside the hospital.

Pah! It's just a ghost, Lord Mao will easily find it!

Mao Yong’an looked at Wang Ye arrogantly and boasted.

Encouraged by Wang Ye’s gaze, he took out the broken compass and reluctantly squeezed out a drop of blood onto it.

The compass spun rapidly.

A wisp of energy fluttered in the air.

After a long time...

Success!

Mao Yong’an's eyes lit up, then he frowned slightly, puzzled: Why is the compass pointing to two places?

Are there two ghosts here?

Hearing his words, Wang Ye thought for a moment: Which one is the fiercest?

Mao Yong'an pointed to one direction without any hesitation.

Recalling the map, Wang Ye vaguely had a target in mind.

The laboratory?

Every city has its own laboratory, where all kinds of weird things are researched. This ghost going to the laboratory...

Is it looking for something?

Let's go and find out.

Tightening the backpack carrying the red lantern on his back, Wang Ye's expression became more solemn.

He tied the ghost knife firmly to his hand with the ghost rope, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes, and headed for the laboratory.

Mao Yong'an followed Wang Ye with a very dissatisfied look, mumbling something all the time.

On the roof of the Heaven Division, Luo Ping stood at the top of the roof, looking down at the whole city, with an expression as cold as ever.

Father, would you be proud of me?

Luo Ping softly put down the black box in his hand and whispered to himself.

Then he opened the box, and a pale middle-aged man suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.

He slowly walked out of the box, his face stiff, his eyes empty, standing in front of Luo Ping.

Luo Ping looked at the middle-aged man and smiled for the first time, a touch of warmth appeared on his cold face: Father, I'm about to succeed.

As he spoke, Luo Ping slowly raised his hand and excitedly rested it on the man's head.

The next second...

Luo Ping plucked the man's head off.

Hehe... Hahahaha...

With a hint of madness in his eyes, Luo Ping held his father's head in his hand, laughing silently.

Behind him stood densely packed figures like his father.

There were middle-aged, old people, including children...

Everyone's eyeballs were slightly red, stiff, standing hollowly behind Luo Ping.

Grandpa, son, you will be proud of me!

Luo Ping's emotions became more and more excited, his face was full of hideousness, with a hint of crazy smile at the corners of his mouth.

Then, in the black box, he took out a round bucket marked with a hospital logo.

The bucket was full of blood.

Let's... start this grand ceremony!

As Luo Ping's voice fell, the figures behind him quickly withered and gradually turned into dried corpses.

In the air, wisps of energy fluttered and eventually fell into the blood.

The blood in the bucket boiled as if boiling, surging slightly and giving off red light.

Blood of psychic fighters, neutralized by the energy of loved ones...

Luo Ping licked his lips excitedly, looking at his family members who had become dried corpses, smiling unrestrainedly...

And the energy contained in the blood in the bucket seemed to become more and more powerful.

Damn, why are these ghost slaves getting more and more fierce!

If this continues, Lord Mao will have to run away, I'm here to enjoy, not to play with my life!

Mao Yong'an leaned against the wall in embarrassment, looking at the three-level ghost slave corpse that he had killed with great effort, and kept panting.

Soon, back to Heaven Division, I’ll introduce you to beautiful women.

Sensing the gradually changing strength of the ghost slaves, Wang Ye said lightly.

Mao Yong'an was very disdainful: Pah! Lord Mao has seen all kinds of beauties...seen...oh my god!

Wang Ye silently showed Mao Yong’an a photo of Zhou Han, flashing it in front of Mao Yong’an’s eyes!

Quick, Lord Mao will kill that ghost, then take me back to Beijing!

Lord Mao is going to fall in love.

My surname is Mao, her smile is so sweet and cute, our child will be called Mao Gang!

Filled with excitement, Mao Yong’an immediately became motivated, looking forwardly in the direction pointed out by the compass.

Seeing Mao Yong’an's state, Wang Ye chuckled lightly.

As expected, Zhou Han's charm is irresistible...

Looking at the entrance of the laboratory, Wang Ye regained his mind and his expression gradually became serious.

He could clearly feel a strong aura filling the entire laboratory.

And at the entrance of the laboratory, three psychic fighter ghost slaves looked at Wang Ye and the others with empty eyes.

Damn, Lord Mao will fight you!

For Mao Gang!

Shouting passionately, Mao Yong’an’s body quickly backed away. He took out the head from his backpack again and threw it at the three ghost slaves.

Then, the doll on his shoulder roared and jumped to the ground. Its body instantly became huge, like a wild bear, full of power, and slammed into the three ghost slaves.

More exaggeratedly, he took out a mysterious dark fruit and threw it at the feet of the three ghost slaves.

The fruit shook slightly, inflated instantly, and exploded with a loud bang.

Wang Ye, who was just about to take action, looked at the shattered three corpses being constantly devoured by the head.

...

This guy is so fierce.

Wang Ye silently glanced at Mao Yong'an, a little silent.

A real treasure boy.

The difficulty of hell mode seemed to have become much simpler.

Let's start!

On the roof, the energy in the blood in the bucket had reached its peak at this moment.

Father, it's your turn.

Luo Ping looked affectionately at his father's head in his hand.

Then he threw the head into the bucket.

The head suddenly opened its eyes, looked at Luo Ping resentfully, roared reluctantly, then sank powerlessly to the bottom of the bucket.

The blood gradually stopped boiling and calmed down.

Luo Ping took out a gilded box from his pocket and gently opened it.

Inside the box, an eyeball, emitted a strange glow the moment the box opened.

At the same time.

A low roar came from the direction of the laboratory, and a terrifying aura instantly permeated the entire Lin'an City.

Detected it?

Luo Ping licked his lips excitedly: And... the heart.

He looked in the direction of the hospital.

Strangely, it was silent in the direction of the hospital.

Luo Ping frowned slightly, seeming to have thought of something, and gritted his teeth: Damn, someone is there as expected!

Forget it, just a low-level heart.

Luo Ping mumbled to himself, and turned his gaze to the direction of the laboratory, waiting silently.

At the entrance of the laboratory.

Hearing the roars coming from inside, Wang Ye's expression became serious.

The red lantern appeared in his hand.

In the other hand, he held a paper money.