Do you have to fight hard to think of me at this time?

Kim McGee was helpless.

However, looking at the angry and white-haired Zhong Daochang on the ground, he really couldn't get angry.

In order to slay demons, the middle-aged uncle who used to have strong hands turned into what he is now, which is really admirable.

"Sheriff..."

"Walk!"

Meng Fan didn't say anything nonsense, he immediately took off his magic sword, held the magic talisman and walked towards his car.

Hearing this, Jin McGee also rushed over.

Start the ignition!

Full of push-back feeling.

However, when he passed by a chicken farm on the way, Meng Fan slowed down slightly, threw down his police certificate, and asked the owner to call an ambulance to rush Mr. Zhong, who was left on the top of the mountain, to the hospital for rescue.

Things have priorities.

In order to eliminate the group of evil spirits entrenched in the police station, the Taoist priest made such a big sacrifice, and he must not let his success fall short.

Therefore, Meng Fan could only do this.

When the chicken farm owner saw the police officer's ID card, he didn't dare to waste time and immediately picked up his landline and called the nearby Santa Maria Hospital.

"Chief, we will enter the ghost world soon, do you want to bring those guns behind you?"

To be honest, Kim McGee actually wanted to ask:

Will we be in danger?

But he endured it in the end. No matter the danger, he could still get there!

This is your duty as a police officer.

Moreover, things like atmosphere can be contagious to each other. Taoist Master Zhong Fabai who was invited by the two of them forced himself to perform advanced Taoist techniques, and was reviled like this without any regrets.

Infected by this aura of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, both Meng Fan and Jin McGee felt a little overwhelmed.

"Bring it on."

"Firearms are ineffective against ghosts, but can cause a certain degree of damage to zombies."

The conversation between the two was very concise.

First, the atmosphere is too solemn, and I am afraid that if we talk too much, we will have other emotions and want to quit.

Second, Meng Fan drove very fast. The originally ten-minute drive reached the destination in less than five minutes.

The two uncles guarding the gate were stunned on the spot and did not react for a long time.

If the gangsters don't rob banks or gold stores, why do they come to the police station?

at the same time.

The secretary Meimei who was printing official documents for Director Ashin in the archives suddenly screamed. She heard the door being banged open, and then two men with shotguns rushed in.

Not only that, they also carry miniature submachine guns, ropes, and peach wood swords behind them...

Ever since, Meili, who was holding her head and shouting "Don't kill me", secretly looked at the two people's faces with a hint of doubt.

"Kim McGee?"

"The new Chief Meng?"

"Why are you here?"

Three questions in a row.

However, there was no answer.

"Chief, are you sure this is here?"

"The ghost mist is thick and the yin energy is the strongest. I'm afraid this is the place where the little devils had their disembowelments en masse!"

Meng Fan and Jin McGee opened their eyes, so they could naturally see how weird the archives room was.

Mei Mei, who was huddled in the corner, didn't know why, but was frightened by their serious expressions and various destructive weapons, and instantly silenced her.

"If I don't come back, remember to tell my grandma to have another baby while you're young."

"And Director Ashin, let him apply for a martyrdom for me, otherwise I won't let him go! Just a little bit~"

After saying that, Kim McGee pretended to be funny and made a face at Meili.

But without waiting for a response, as Meng Fan pasted the talisman paper on the wall, a hole appeared that could accommodate the two of them bending forward.

Kim McGee immediately got in.

As the main planner of this operation, Meng Fan had to walk at the forefront even more than half his stature.

…

Cold.

Trembling.

Since it was not a soul that entered, Meng Fan couldn't help but shiver.

At this moment, what appeared before their eyes was the Royal Army Club from decades ago.

Before officially stepping in, I saw a brand new rising sun flag, sixteen petals of chrysanthemums, and sixteen blood-red rays of light inside the open door, silently telling the brutal crimes of the invaders back then.

"Damn it, the Japanese have already been defeated and surrendered, why are you still hanging on to this thing? It's bad luck."

As he spoke, Kim McGee picked up the shotgun and fired a bullet.

boom!

After the gunfire, the evil rising sun flag did not change and remained the same.

"To deal with ghosts, use a peach wood sword."

After Meng Fan gave a hint, he bent slightly and continued walking inside.

At this moment, it is indeed majestic to raise your head and chest high, but that is only for those who are confident.

If two ordinary people like them rush in in this posture, there will be too much space and they will be easily attacked by evil spirits. It is better to reduce the exposed area of ​​​​the body.

In other words.

I resolutely broke into the ghost world out of responsibility.

Being so cautious after entering is out of instinct.

However, the scene inside the club was beyond Meng Fan's expectation. In the gorgeously decorated hall, there were no singing and dancing like those in the original drama, and there was nothing terribly scary.

Those socialites and upper-class people who took refuge with the invaders and became traitors have turned into ghosts. They are slumped on the sofa and the floor. They can only stare and do nothing.

Not far away, Meng Fan saw another fat woman hugging her sissy lover, wailing in the corner, and there were two long cigarette sticks smoking out next to her.

Obviously, this group of ghosts composed of traitors and Japanese soldiers still reside here and enjoy a blissful life even after death.

"Chinese!"

A roar suddenly sounded.

I saw a Japanese waiter in a suit and leather shoes emerging from behind the solid wooden door. Now, there was no hypocritical smile on his face, but his true appearance was revealed.

Dry and skinny, like a mummy.

There are maggots crawling on the eyelids.

However, before it could get closer, Jin McGee, who was closest to the other side, swung his mahogany sword and slashed at the beast's neck, cursing in his mouth:

"Fuck you, little devil."

Cut the butter with a hot knife.

It is not easy to use the peach wood sword to deal with such evil spirits who have suffered long-range attacks from Zhong Daochang.

Seeing Gululu's dead head rolling to his feet, Meng Fan kicked it away with a look of disgust on his face.

"Daozhang Zhong has great magic power. He has dealt with these evil ghosts like this. They are all half dead and can't run fast. How can they fight with us?"

After cutting off the Japs' heads with one sword, Jin McGee's confidence soared and he began to harvest heads continuously.

Seeing this, Meng Fan was not willing to be outdone. He felt that the magic whip was not very effective, so he directly used the magic sword.

Traitors are as hateful as devils!

With this thought in mind, the two of them were like tigers descending the mountain, chopping melons and vegetables along the way.

Although there is no system, let alone the so-called main god mission, Meng Fan still figured out:

Merit +1

Experience value +1

Reincarnation point +1

Scenes like this.

Not long after, all the evil ghosts entrenched on the first floor subdued themselves. In order to ensure that their souls were completely gone, Meng Fan took Jin Maiji to cut off the limbs of these beasts and penetrate their hearts to ensure that they no longer pose any threat.

"Sheriff, let's go upstairs."

After everything was done, Jin McGee took a long breath, almost with the word "happiness" written on his face, and couldn't wait to wipe out the evil spirits in the club.
Chapter completed!