"The gun was an ordinary gun, but the bullets were Supernatural bullets." Jiang Qiao stood at the doorway, watching Zheng Fei clear away the evil objects.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot rang out.
The bullets were gone.
Most of the evil objects on the wall had been cleared away, but some remnants remained.
Zheng Fei did not reload.
Instead, he tossed the shotgun aside and suddenly pulled a calligraphy brush from his pocket.
Its bristles were thick with dark ink, and its tip was vermilion red.
He quickly came to the wall, lightly touched the tip of the brush against it, and drew out a long red line. Wherever it passed, all the ghost faces fled as though avoiding snakes and scorpions, retreating into the wall.
Once the ink line had passed, they could no longer come back out.
"It's not a seal."
"It's an expulsion."
"The ink on this brush contains supernatural power. After occupying the wall, it drives away the aura of the Vicious Ghosts originally attached to it."
Jiang Qiao nodded slightly.
To this day, Captain Zheng had not used his own Supernatural Means.
But the two items he had displayed were quite impressive.
"When Team Leader Sun was killed, his Supernatural Items had probably already been lost or damaged. After becoming an evil object, he came here empty-handed, which was why he was sent to his death so easily."
Jiang Qiao looked at the calligraphy brush, which seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of ink.
He smiled faintly.
But just then.
Zheng Fei had already reached the last human face.
Compared with the other faces, this one was several times larger, looking almost like a cooking pot.
"Sizzle!"
The calligraphy brush transformed into a sharp arrow.
It stabbed viciously into the human face's forehead.
The human face seemed