Chapter 155 Target! Target!

In the scene, only the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul dragged its human bone coffin, quietly waiting in place, stuttering as if it were stuck and crashing.

"Already… already matured… Target, target… tar-tar-tar-get…"

Tian Erjun, with his body pierced by the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul's iron chains, was in a state between half-conscious and half-dead.

As the thunderclouds loomed and raindrops fell, his life force rapidly declined as he was drenched by the rain.

Above the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul's head, '-1' '-1' '-1' damage numbers also rapidly appeared.

Clearly, its strength was far from the Rain-level, capable of ignoring the Night Rain.

However, the current Night Rain was only at the level of a light drizzle.

Not to mention it, even the ghouls under its command could withstand it for a while.

It was just that the terror of the Night Rain, and its great reputation, prevented any ghoul from daring to resist it.

This was fighting against Heaven, going against the tide, and was not to be violated!

This was a will written into the instinct for survival; since ancient times, only ghouls who knew how to avoid the Night Rain could survive and live to this day.

All the ghouls who didn't know the terror of the Night Rain and regarded it as nothing had disappeared into the long river of history.

Of course, the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul also had this fear of the Night Rain from the depths of its soul.

However, there was an even higher will directing it to do one thing.

In its consciousness, that thing was even higher than the instinct for survival!

"Target! Target! Target! Lock on target!"

Thump thump thump!

Just then, a golden afterimage suddenly broke into the range of the Night Rain, rushing towards the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul at high speed.

And after approaching a certain distance, it directly leaped high, its target… shockingly, directly at Tian Erjun, who was hanging high!

Tear!!

However, before the golden afterimage could even react, the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul instantly raised its hand and pierced through its chest with an iron chain, hanging it high in the sky like Tian Erjun, like a street lamp.

Under the patter of the Night Rain, Captain Wu quickly exhausted his energy and died, his eyes losing their luster.

The Coffin-Pulling Ghoul withdrew its gaze, no longer paying attention to Captain Wu.

But soon, it felt something was wrong.

Looking back, it saw Captain Wu's body emitting a dazzling golden light, and a faint sound of a phoenix cry rang out.

When the phoenix cry fell, Captain Wu suddenly opened his eyes, resurrecting from the dead!

His consciousness returned, and he instantly became clear-headed.

To the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul's astonishment, he grabbed the iron chain with both hands, pulled it down hard, and used the reaction force to fly high, tearing through the air to the sky, creating a bloody hole in his chest and spurting blood, escaping the shackles of the iron chain, and using the iron chain as a springboard, he jumped to rescue Tian Erjun.

Taking the man with him, he didn't even look at the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul and quickly fell downwards, away from the Coffin-Pulling Ghoul.

Through the brief exchange just now, he had already used his life to test the difference in strength between the two sides.

That was an absolute difference in hard power, a difference that couldn't be made up for by means such as resurrection!

So Captain Wu was very decisive, rescuing the person and running away.

But he was still too late.

Or rather, too slow.

Whoosh whoosh…

"What about you?"

"I'm going to rescue Captain Wu, I'll catch up with you later."

"You can't stay in the Night Rain for long! Lord You, even you…"

"I have my own considerations, you go first!"

Seeing You Sisi's persistence, Qing Chen reluctantly responded.

The two took Tian Erjun onto the horse, Qing Chen held Little Blood Pouch in his arms, took off his coat, tied it to Tian Dan Zhi Yuan Wu's back, and then smoothed it out to form a piece of cloth that could barely provide shelter from the rain, and let the horse run quickly.

After running for a while, feeling that Tian Erjun had slightly reduced his drug resistance, he barely fed him some extremely weak pills to restore his qi and blood, and only then did he barely run back to Qing Si. kan shu la

He handed Tian Erjun over to Qing Si's full-time physician, and Qing Chen took Little Blood Pouch to study how to help Lord Han recover his consciousness. Tian Dan Zhi Yuan Wu was naturally also pulled over by Qing Chen to help.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Under the Night Rain, Captain Wu, who had been blasted in the head, once again had golden light emanating from his body, the phoenix cry resounded, and his broken head was re-forged with flesh and blood.

But as soon as his consciousness recovered, Captain Wu felt that something was wrong.

Because… he found that he was sealed in mid-air by more than a dozen iron chains, which blocked all his movements and pierced through all his key bones.

Before he could exert his strength or speak.

Bang!

The iron chain once again blasted his head off.

Death began to cycle!

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