About three hours have passed since he was attacked by the evil ghost, and spots of corpse have begun to appear on Wen Zhong's body.
Together with the bacterial scars originally produced by excessive erosion of ghost bacteria, except for the face, they are densely covered all over the body, making it look extremely scary and weird.
Suddenly, "Wen Zhong"'s body changed.
His eyes suddenly closed.
After a while, I opened it again. It was no longer as cold as before, but had a little color, pain, weakness, and confusion, and more of a feeling of happiness for surviving the disaster.
"I...am I still alive...?"
Of course Wen Zhong is still alive.
The ghost instinct of the ghost corpse and itself were suppressed by the ghost hand and Bai Zhu's consciousness-obliterating curse. This was an opportunity to allow Wen Zhong's consciousness to survive.
His body, which had been overly eroded by the supernatural and had become somewhat cold, was experiencing a temperature increase and his heartbeat was becoming more stable.
Wen Zhong took a slight breath. He was surprised to find that the restlessness caused by the ghost's resurrection had disappeared. The restless ghost bacteria and the strange feeling in his body were now gone.
Not only that, he felt that he could definitely last for more than ten minutes if he used the ghost realm.
"What's going on..."
At the last moment, Wen Zhong's consciousness was blurred, and he could not remember some things clearly.
For example, he wanted to get up now, but found that his arms were twisted together with his upper body. He felt no pain at all, but he could not move.
In desperation, Wen Zhong had to use a more luxurious method.
The skin and flesh on his body burst open, ghost bacteria spread along the flesh, gray light lit up, the ghost realm activated, and he stood up instantly.
"Using the ghost realm just to get up is really... a luxury..."
Wen Zhong leaned against the wall and looked at his body carefully.
The upper body was completely twisted, like a half-twisted twist, and the two arms were tightly intertwined with the body. The lower body and head were fine and still normal.
The clothes except for the key parts had also been torn to pieces, revealing some horrifying bacteria marks and corpse spots underneath.
However, the biggest problem is that the ghost hand codenamed Gui Ningren is still holding tightly on his neck at this moment.
But Wen Zhong had a feeling that for some reason, he seemed to be able to control these ghost hands, as if... his own arms.
He couldn't help but have a headache. Even if he went out with this look, he would probably have a psychological shadow when he looked in the mirror.
He hesitated for a moment.
Wen Zhong's neck was slowly covered with a thin layer of velvet. He wanted to use the power of the ghost fungi to graft the pair of ghost arms onto his body.
"Crack"
After countless attempts, he finally succeeded in aligning the two ghost arms with his shoulders.
After several attempts, the ghost hand can operate freely.
"Okay, now try to straighten your body."
Wen Zhong had a good idea. His body was twisted like this by ghosts, so it could naturally be twisted back.
But the reality is cruel, he can't twist his body at all.
"Has the horror level of the evil ghost become less after being controlled... No, I can do this..."
The flesh slowly opened, and the ghost bacteria slowly crawled out along the wound, eroding the ghost arms bit by bit. Soon, the entire pair of ghost hands were covered with a thin layer of gray velvet.
Try again.
Although it was still difficult this time, he slowly straightened his body.
The power of ghosts that can be exerted by humans controlling ghosts is really limited. If ghosts control ghosts, it will be completely different.
But Wen Zhong still encountered problems.
The arm was twisted even more than the body. No matter how hard he tried this time, the arm embedded in the body remained motionless, as if it was stuck to death.
Moreover, Wen Zhong also discovered that the strange white bead was actually embedded in the palm of his right hand, and it looked like an eye.
Although the arm cannot be restored, he has now twisted his body straight and has a ghost twister as an arm. He is not worried about anything. He is just waiting for the opportunity to regain his original arm in the future.
After doing all this, I don’t know if it was Wen Zhong’s psychological effect.
If he ignores his appearance, he feels like he has become an ordinary person. In his current state, if he does not use the power of the ghost, he will have no problem living for a year and a half.
Just when he was feeling good about himself, the ghost's arms suddenly began to move restlessly, and a cold and numb feeling came, as if the ghost's hands were trying to twist something.
He was startled, and the flesh on his body split open instantly, emitting gray light, and the thin velvet covering the ghost's hands began to squirm.
immediately.
He regained control of his numb ghost hand and at the same time twisted off the mold that had grown on his body. In this way, a delicate supernatural balance was temporarily formed...
Wen Zhong looked at his arms. At first glance, they looked like ordinary people. But upon closer inspection, they were covered with a thin layer of gray velvet, which contrasted with the dark nails, making the already bloodless arms look even weirder.
"Although there have been changes, I feel that my physical condition is much better. Is this the way to keep the ghost controller alive?"
Wen Zhong accepted it quickly, because he felt that this was the same principle as the "braised pork roast" he had eaten at a night market stall, but this time he controlled a brand new ghost.
This is the second fierce ghost he has controlled.
Code name: ghost screwing people.
After confirming that the ghost instinct in his hands had been temporarily suppressed, Wen Zhong walked to the Taoist's side.
Looking at his still heaving chest, Wen Zhong looked a little complicated. He knew in his heart that the Taoist might not be able to hold on anymore.
His left hand had been rubbed to pieces by the ghost-drawing talisman, and the severed hand bleeding with pus and blood was still attached to it, as if trying to suck up the last drop of the Taoist's blood.
"Little friend..."
Wen Zhong was stunned. He didn't expect that the Taoist could still wake up.
"I'm sorry for you, poor Taoist..." The Taoist's eyes were distracted, and he managed to speak in advance: "The way to solve the problem of the resurrection of evil ghosts... is to control more ghosts... to achieve a supernatural balance..."
"I already know Taoist Master, if you have any last words, please tell me."
Hearing this, a flash of clarity flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and Wen Zhong knew that this was a reflection of his past.
"Fang Diyuan...kill him for me!" The Taoist took out an ID card from his chest and handed it to Wen Zhong, and then said: "Also, please bury me and...1829... …Thanks……"
The Taoist struggled to finish speaking, with a little nostalgia for the world, and closed his eyes forever.
Wen Zhong clutched his ID card tightly and looked at the Taoist's cold body. For some reason, he was very calm inside, so calm that it was scary. He seemed to have lost his sadness.
