Wen Zhong looked at the nursing wristband that suddenly appeared on his wrist. He frowned and tried to take it off, but no matter how hard Wen Zhong tried, even if it was corroded by mold, it was of no use. The wristband was still firmly tied to his wrist. superior.
Zhou Deng on the side also looked at the wristband on Wen Zhong's hand with surprise. He also couldn't figure out why he was cursed by a ghost in the absolutely safe ghost realm.
"Hmph, it looks like some people are going to be unlucky." Bao Hui, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, said with a cold smile. Although he couldn't see the two people in the ghost realm, he looked at the two fierce ghosts in white coats heading towards As the front continues to advance, it is natural to know that someone has triggered Li Gui's killing pattern.
Finally, the two ghosts came close to the ghost realm. Before Wen Zhong and Zhou Deng could react, they saw the two ghosts raising their arms at the same time and swinging forward violently.
There was only a "click" sound, and Wen Zhong's ghost realm was suddenly broken open by these two fierce ghosts.
The moment the ghost realm broke open, Wen Zhong felt a tightness in his chest, and then his throat felt hot. A large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth, and the mold scattered around began to stir.
Seeing this, Zhou Deng hurriedly helped Wen Zhong up. Looking at the two menacing ghosts in front of him, Zhou Deng had no choice but to do anything about it. In addition, the ghost realm was broken, and the sound of urging footsteps around them gradually became heard by the two of them. echoed.
The superposition of these two evil ghost killing patterns is really like a reminder of death.
Wen Zhong took a breath and raised his head slightly to look around. The man in jeans had been stabbed into a sieve by countless bamboo sticks. The man with headphones was almost the same as himself, with more air coming out and less air coming in. The shirt of the man in the shirt had turned scarlet. At this moment, only After struggling to hold on, the only ones on the scene who were relatively intact were Zhou Deng and Bao Hui.
Zhou Deng was relatively well-preserved because he was in Wen Zhong's ghost realm before, while Bao Huize relied entirely on the totem tattoo on his back. He didn't know what kind of supernatural power was attached to the totem. He could only see that the totem was slowly moving. Slowly transformed into a physical entity, bearing the supernatural attack instead of Bao Hui.
"Let me go, Zhou Deng." Wen Zhong said bitterly: "Their target is me, you just need to resist the sound of footsteps."
The footsteps were like muffled thunder, like trampling on the heart. Zhou Deng did not persist. He put down Wen Zhong and walked slowly to Bao Hui's side, as if seeking shelter.
Two fierce ghosts in white coats were already standing in front of Wen Zhong at this moment. Two pairs of turbid eyes stared at Wen Zhong without a trace of emotion, as if they were looking at a corpse.
Just when Wen Zhong closed his eyes and waited for death, the two fierce ghosts suddenly turned around and walked towards Bao Hui.
"Damn, why are you coming at me?" Bao Hui's expression changed when he saw this. He couldn't move when he used the power of the totem to defend himself.
Zhou Deng also vomited blood and fell to the ground at this moment, but there was a smile on his face: "The footsteps are really evil, don't you think so, Bao Hui."
Bao Hui couldn't care less about Zhou Deng at the moment. Seeing the two ghosts getting closer and closer to him, he roared, helplessly dispelling the totem's defense, instantly bounced off the ground, turned around and ran into the woods next to him. middle.
Seeing this, the two fierce ghosts in white coats quickly followed in, and the life-and-death crisis was resolved.
"Damn it, you underestimated me, Mr. Zhou." Although Zhou Deng was still vomiting blood, the corners of his mouth kept rising.
Bao Hui might not know what happened, but the man in the shirt beside him could see it clearly.
It turned out that when Zhou Deng put Wen Zhong down, he had already used some supernatural means to "steal" the nursing band from Wen Zhong's wrist. Afterwards, he pretended to seek Bao Hui's asylum, but in fact, he stole the nursing band from Wen Zhong's wrist. The wristband was secretly "returned" to Bao Hui, and poor Bao Hui became Wen Zhong's scapegoat.
The footsteps continued, but it was no longer despair for the three survivors, because they saw that the stalled bus was now glowing again.
"Fight!" Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong took a deep breath and activated the ghost realm again. The next moment, the three of them escaped from the crisis and appeared in the bus.
"It's so dangerous. If I start it a little later, I might really fall down." The man in the shirt said with lingering fear, patting his chest.
"Come and help." Zhou Deng stood up tremblingly, and he and the man in the shirt reluctantly helped Wen Zhong, who was lying on the ground unconscious, to the seat.
"It's all thanks to him this time." The man in the shirt looked a little complicated. "The ghost has recovered to this extent. I hope he can survive it."
The car door was closed, and Li Gui, who had already gotten out of the car, did not choose to return to the car. This was definitely a blessing in misfortune for them. Although they knew there was no danger, they did not want to sit with several time bombs while being seriously injured. a car.
The bus began to accelerate slowly, and Zhou Deng glanced back again. The bodies of the two dead ghost masters gradually began to twitch. It seemed that with the death of the two ghosts, the ghosts they controlled also began to revive.
Finally, Zhou Deng saw three people standing in the middle of the road. They were the two fierce ghosts in white coats, but the one they held in the middle had been replaced by Bao Hui. Bao Hui's eyes were dull and his mouth was drooling. He was still wearing clothes similar to Li Gui's hospital gown.
As the bus moved forward, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance...
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Wen Zhong opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache.
"Why do I keep passing out suddenly recently? It's not a good sign." Wen Zhong rubbed his eyebrows. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. Why was he lying on the bed, still wearing Shirt Man's white shirt.
"Hey, wake up."
Seeing that Wenzhong was awake, the man in the shirt got up from the seat next to him and came over with a glass of water.
"You've been unconscious for a long time. I spent a lot of time trying to get you down." The man in the shirt saw Wen Zhong staring at his sportswear and instantly understood what he was thinking. "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yan Duo. , you are too seriously injured and will die if you continue to stay on the bus."
"But you don't have to worry about the ghost reviving for the time being. That shirt can balance the ghost controlled in your body. I took it off for you to wear because you saved my life."
Wen Zhong glanced at him in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I'll walk away without paying you back?"
"I don't think you can." Yan Duo smiled and handed over the water glass. "After all, you saved my life in that situation. The most important thing is that you are an Interpol."
"I respect Interpol very much."
Wen Zhong took the water glass and took a sip without saying anything else. He was not very interested in inquiring into other people's privacy, but he was still a little curious. If this shirt could inhibit the resurgence of the ghost, why would he risk getting on the bus again.
After getting up and getting dressed, Wen Zhong returned the ghost shirt (let's name it that way for now) to Yan Duo. Then he walked to the bathroom mirror and looked at the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror. Wen Zhong sighed.
The scars on the body have almost healed due to the repair of the fungus, but the traces of erosion by the fungus are still obvious. In some places, faint corpse spots have even begun to appear. The scars left by tearing the face are still very serious, but compared to the inside of the body Considering the situation, it’s pretty good.
After taking off his shirt, Wen Zhong could clearly feel that the problem of Li Gui's recovery had arisen again. It seemed that he still had to take the bus again.
After walking out of the bathroom, Yan Duo had left without knowing when. Wen Zhong picked up the satellite phone and some cash on the table, glanced at the warm sunshine outside the window, turned and left the room.
