I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 168 The True Face of Ghost Shadows
Harry forced himself to be calm, stared at it, and asked, "Are you hallucinating?"

"I'm cold, Harry, hell is bitter," it said.

He was ten meters eighty-five tall, with a solid figure like an athlete, wearing a tattered yellow prison uniform, his tongue sticking out as long as a palm, his face was bruised and swollen, and the outline of his bearded face was different from Harley's heart-shaped face. resemblance.

It was her dead ghost father, Andy Quinn!
Harry took a deep breath and changed the question, "How did you die, remember?"

"It was killed by me, and you, killed me."

The next moment, another big white man in his early forties appeared in front of her, wearing a police uniform and a bulletproof vest, bleeding from the heart, pale, and dull-eyed.

"motherfuck!" Harry was a little calm.

"It's you, Flamingo!" Andy the dead ghost turned his head, his confused eyes became bitter, "You promised me that as long as I plead guilty, you would spare my daughter and wife and try to commute my sentence. You lied to me , and strangled me to death without even going to court."

"Yes, I killed you, and your daughter killed me."

Flamingo's voice was as flat as water and as cold as ice.

Harry looked around at the shadows, and said loudly: "Anyone else, come out to me!"

"And me," Fernando said, clutching his buttocks and hunched over, "I'm so miserable, the hell demons take turns stabbing my ass and buttocks."

"And me." A half-length church monk appeared beside Fernando.

"And me." Another church monk missing a leg.

They were all killed by the Vulcan Cannon, with their stumps flying around.

"And me." A GCPD who died in the Bali Street battle.

"And me." The "Iverson A" peddler and his companion.

"And me." A group of younger brothers from Fish.

"And me." A large group of Maroney's younger brothers.

In an instant, a dense group of dead ghosts with miserable faces surrounded Harry.

There were so many people that the people behind couldn't even see clearly.

It was clearly a hot summer afternoon outside, but the air inside the spaceship was freezing cold.

Harry looked down at the ghost taxi that had turned into gray mist again and was still flying around. He didn't know how to deal with it, and he didn't have the mood and energy to toss it for the time being.

Sighing secretly, she said lightly: "When you were alive, I was not afraid, but when you died and became undead, you wanted to scare me?"

"We didn't mean to scare you. We came when you called us." They said together, their voices were so cold that they froze the soul.

"If I told you to leave, would you leave?" Harry asked.

"As long as you remember us, as long as you think of us, we will come to you and stick close to you."

The voices of most of the dead ghosts were filled with a touch of malice and carefreeness, which sounded particularly penetrating.

Harry stood on tiptoe, looked around, and said, "Why don't you report the number and see how much garbage I slaughtered?"

"Harry, I'm your father, not trash." Hanged Andy said with his tongue out.

"Everyone who goes to hell is rubbish."

"Harry, I'm not trash." A childish female voice came from behind the crowd.

Harry couldn't see her, so he waved his hand and said, "Get out of the way, let me see if she is—shit, Barbara?"

A little black girl with a headshot and a white brain stain on her forehead looked at her with a smile.

Harry froze there, and murmured: "Barbara, I'm sorry for you. I recognized who he was at the time, but I was too shocked. Where is he?"

"It's okay, Harry, I never blamed you, you've always been my best friend." Little Barbara laughed.

Harry was stunned for a long time, and said, "Why are you here?"

"When you think of me, I can't help coming." Little Barbara said.

"But I didn't think about it," Harry said.

"You think about it, you want you to remember. There are countless thoughts in your head, and each thought is equivalent to a little Hallie.

There is always a thought thinking about me, but you don't know it yourself. said little Barbara.

"It's not like something you can say." Harry wondered.

"These words came naturally to my head."

Harry no longer struggled with the ghost's way of thinking, and asked, "Why did you also go to hell?"

"I don't know, maybe I stole my mother's money to sell ice cream when I was a child, maybe Hans and I kissed secretly.

It's also possible that I'm calling Janet a scumbag behind my back because she's always pestering you. But I don't hate hell, there are a lot of kids like me out there. ’ Barbara grinned.

"OK, you come from my mind, then I control every thought."

Harry sat cross-legged and entered a state of meditation, trying to restrain every ounce of energy.

She's never done it before, but now she can't choose.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak" strange steel twisting sound appeared around her.

Harry thought it was the undead who were playing tricks, so he ignored it.

But gradually, the spaceship below him began to vibrate slightly.

"What are you fussing about?"

When she opened her eyes, she saw a group of dead ghosts continuing to surround her.

They came closer and closer to her, almost cheek to cheek.

Harry wasn't afraid, but looked helpless.

"Harry, it's not us who messed with you, your Hell Rough Car belongs to Hell, and the laws of the material world don't allow it to exist.

You don't feed it the magic that keeps it alive, it just breaks down.

Parts of magic machinery that crashed from the cab seem to be reacting strangely with your spaceship. "A sad middle-aged female voice said slowly.

"Who's talking? Hey, those in the front row, be conscious and give way." Harry shouted to the ghosts.

The undead obediently moved out of the way, and a "mud figurine" that seemed to have been washed by a heavy rain came towards her.

"Ann Marie?" Harry's face was ugly. "Your death has nothing to do with me. As long as I think about it, all the dead ghosts will come here? Then hell must not be empty."

"People who are related to you will come if they are remembered by you."

said Ann Marie, melted in acid.

Harry was not worried about debts, so he immediately put the matter behind him and asked, "What mysterious reaction did the spaceship have?"

Ann Marie said: "It's like the human body is close to the magic power of hell, it will be eroded, undergo transformation on the deathbed, and give birth to the magic power of hell.

Substances in the human world can also be polluted by high magic power.

Think of the holy relics you loot from the crusaders.

They are ordinary things, made of ordinary iron, and in the process of being used by the saints, they are soaked in the power of heaven all the time, and strange abilities are born naturally. "

While speaking, the gray mist formed by the ghost taxi exploded, and it was divided into thousands of fine gray mist, like hundreds of thousands of parts.

Small strands of gray mist drilled in various positions of the spaceship.

The deck, bridge, roof, walls, weapon system, power system... all began to become rusty.

Yellow and black rust powder fell down, and some parts had been perforated, and the inner wall of the external water tower could be seen.

If left unchecked, it can be assumed that the spaceship will be corroded to a skeleton.

"Damn—" Cursing with an ugly face, Harry took another deep breath to calm himself down, thinking about what to do.

She was tempted to conjure joy immediately.

But Huanxi made it clear that if there was nothing important to do but disturb it with private matters, it would tear her apart.

The good words of the devil must be listened to with suspicion.

You must remember the cruel words of the devil.

Finally, she looked at Ann Marie, "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. So, can you tell me how to stop the ghost parts from corroding my spaceship?"

"It's not that I'm knowledgeable, it's you, you have already guessed it yourself." Ann Marie said in a strange tone.

"What do you mean?" Harry was startled, and vaguely had a bad guess.

"We come from hell, and we also come from your soul. We are undead, and we are also your thoughts." Ann Marie smiled slyly.

"Shit!" Harry covered his face, once again feeling the horror of dying transformation.

Ann Marie's words imply one thing, these undead cannot be exorcised.

They are indeed undead from hell, but they are also her "inner demons".

Even scarier, Harley herself was never bothered by their deaths.

In other words, they shouldn't be demons, but they are now.

Inner demons can still be overcome and conquered.

Not a demon of the heart, how to deal with it?

In fact, Harley had a vague guess after Barbara said the words that did not match her age and experience.

Now, as soon as she had a guess, Ann Marie directly spoke out what was in her subconscious mind
After a while of silence, Harry got up suddenly, and left the spaceship with two intact glass bottles.

In the open area, the army of dead ghosts appeared to be even larger, with more than 200 people.

She stood in the sun for a while and they kept her company.

The sunlight that even the devils fear has no effect on them.

Oh, there is an effect, their figures become transparent, as thin as mist, but they never disappear.

"Harry?" Seeing her in a daze, Ivy called out curiously.

Without asking, Harley knew she couldn't see anything.

"It's okay, keep busy." Harry returned to the bedroom with a sullen face, threw the glass bottle on the bed,

She reopened the weapons room and took out a large bag of Charon silver coins from the counter below.

Then, she trotted back to the water tower.

At this time, Archimedes was already leaking air everywhere, and rust was flying all over the sky.

Standing on the broken deck, toss a Charon coin.

"Summon Hell Carriage@ Answer my call, Three Witches of the Carriage!"

Even though they didn't use the name of Huanxi this time, the three witches didn't pretend to be demons, and responded and summoned immediately.

"Baa baa" a puff of black smoke floated above his head, and the sound of horseshoes came from inside.

The voice moved from far to near, and stopped beside Harry.

Three skeleton horses with fire-breathing noses, horns on their heads, bloody eyes, and half-rotten bodies, a dilapidated English carriage (the kind with a very high driver's seat), and three witches sitting side by side.

The carriage is much larger than the water tower, but it regards the water tower as air, with most of its body floating in mid-air outside the water tower, only the door is close to Harry.

The three witches looked at her sullenly, but did not speak.

Harry sneered and said, "Why did you change to a carriage?"

The big witch said coldly: "You asked what you knew, but you stole our rough cart."

The second witch in the middle said impatiently: "Come up quickly, we are very busy."

The three witches pointed at the spaceship and said in surprise, "Look at it, it smells like our taxi."

After explaining the matter, Harry said, "Your Excellency Witch, can you help me fix the spaceship? I will pay the wages."

The big witch said proudly: "The carriages and cars that shuttle between Yin and Yang are all built by ourselves."

The second witch said triumphantly: "In the field of automobiles, we have learned both Chinese and Western knowledge, and have a broad view of the past and the present."

The three witches sneered: "Of course we can do it, but why should we help you?

As you can see, in order not to delay business, we didn't even have time to rebuild a beautiful taxi, so we had to bring out the old wagon in the car and Curry. "

(End of this chapter)