"Then, what is that..." Chen Zhifu couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the two people standing in front of him. He now regretted coming here with Wen Zhong.
Not only him, but several other people all retreated in their hearts after seeing the dazzling scarlet figure and the bone-chilling pale white figure.
"Mr. Wen, why don't we go back first and think about it in the long term." Chen Zhifu said urgently in Wen Zhong's ear. He really didn't expect to encounter such a weird thing.
Wen Zhong ignored him and just narrowed his eyes to look at the two strange ghosts in front of him.
One of the ghosts was wearing scarlet blood clothes, with a red cloth covering his face, and the word "囍" written on it. The other one was wearing white mourning clothes, and his face was also covered with a white cloth, with the word "Dang" written on it.
The postures of the two people were surprisingly consistent. They put their hands on their chests, with their fingers together and their palms apart. From the exposed skin of their arms, it could be vaguely seen that they were covered with dense spots of corpses, which made people's hair stand on end.
After a moment, Wen Zhong said solemnly: "You can leave if you want, but remember that you choose your own path. If you want to live but don't want to take risks, there is no such good thing in the world."
The red and white ghosts who had been standing quietly just after Wen Zhong finished speaking suddenly raised their heads together. The red and white masks on the faces of the two ghosts also slightly lifted a corner due to their movements, revealing dry, Cracked skin, and shriveled, yellow eyes.
"It's really a ghost!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, run!"
Seeing this scene, even though Wen Zhong had repeatedly emphasized to them the dangers they might encounter ahead and the things they needed to pay attention to when encountering evil spirits, at this time they were like hares facing a vicious wolf, running away.
Now they only regret that their parents did not give them two extra legs, and completely forgot about the agreement with Wen Zhong.
Chen Zhifu didn't run because he was frightened. There was also a middle-aged man standing there blankly. As for Wen Zhong, he heard the sound of running coming from behind, but he didn't stop him, but looked solemn. Staring at the two ghosts in front of him.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah"!
Four crisp clapping sounds sounded in succession. It was the white-clothed ghost in mourning clothes and his face covered with white cloth who was clapping his hands. At this time, it clasped its hands together. Along with the sound of clapping, a white light suddenly lit up again.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched crazily. At this moment, he felt a strange force that he couldn't understand, attacking him with the sound of clapping.
Danger!
This was the only thought left in Wen Zhong's mind, and the next moment there were four dull sounds of falling to the ground behind him.
"Are you kidding?" Cold sweat had soaked Wen Zhong's back.
He turned his head slightly, and the four people who had tried to escape before all fell to the ground motionless, and they could vaguely see panic written on their faces.
Until their death, they didn't know what happened.
Wen Zhong did not expect that the fierce ghost in front of him could actually kill people by clapping his hands. Coupled with the red and white ghost realm, unlike the human ghosts he met at the beginning, these two ghosts would be an A-level supernatural incident at least outside.
"How come their red and white ghost realms can be used in this ghost forest without being suppressed by this ghost forest." Wen Zhong was puzzled. His own ghost realm was suppressed by this ghost forest. Deadly.
"Is it because my ghost has not recovered enough? Or... is it because these two ghosts have become part of this ghost forest, so they are not suppressed."
The fierce ghosts in front of them made no move after killing the four people who were trying to escape. However, in the eyes of Wen Zhong and the others, they were like time bombs hanging above their heads and could detonate at any time.
"Mr. Wen, these two monsters seem to only kill people who run away." Chen Zhifu, whose expression softened slightly, whispered to Wen Zhong: "Is this the rule that Mr. Wen said."
"It's hard to say whether this red mourning ghost will take action now." Wen Zhong secretly thought that the other party was worthy of being the CEO of a listed company, and he actually adjusted his mentality so quickly.
The mourning ghost and the mourning ghost were temporarily codenamed by Wen Zhong to the two red and white ghosts in front of him. The one wearing scarlet blood clothes and wearing a cover with the word "囍" on his face was the mourning ghost, and he was wearing white mourning clothes and wearing the word "hang" on his face. The covering is for mourning ghosts.
The mourning ghost has not taken action yet, and the killing pattern of the other mourning ghost is currently related to the behavior of escaping.
It's just that its killing methods are too weird. Killing a person with one slap of the hand is undoubtedly a fatal curse.
"Mr. Wen." Chen Zhifu lowered his voice again and said tremblingly: "I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel like the smog around here is getting worse..."
Wen Zhong had naturally discovered it, but the two ghosts in front of him had left him no time to pay attention to this strange supernatural phenomenon.
However, soon, the surrounding haze began to gather at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the two ghosts in front of them were gradually obscured by the haze.
Faced with this weird supernatural phenomenon, Wen Zhong had to pay attention. He turned back and looked at the four corpses that had been shrouded in haze, and then looked at the haze that was gradually gathering around him. He already had a rough guess in his mind.
I'm afraid staying there for too long will attract these ghostly hazes.
In the past, Wen Zhong was just one person, and the smog gathering time might be relatively slow. But now, looking at the speed of the smog gathering, the dead people may be considered as media, so there are eight people here.
In this case, it cannot be delayed any longer.
Wen Zhong made an instant decision. If he delayed it any longer, he would probably be killed by the ghost haze without the need for the two ghosts in front of him to take action.
"Ghost... ghost... fake, all fake... hahaha... hee hee hee..."
However, at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly broke the silence, and a series of inarticulate words came out of his mouth. In this desperate situation, the middle-aged man's tense nerves finally collapsed.
His mouth was open, but he could no longer say a word. His head was moving bit by bit, like a Parkinson's attack.
Wen Zhong may not be clear, but Chen Zhifu understands that this situation is a precursor to a mental breakdown, which is commonly known as mental illness.
But what can Chen Zhifu do at this time? Even he himself can hardly bear it anymore. He can only place his hope on Wen Zhong and Wen Zhong, hoping that he can create miracles.
However, the next moment, Chen Zhifu's face became even paler.
Although the surroundings were shrouded in haze, Chen Zhifu discovered that the hands of the Sang Sang Ghost, which had been standing still without any movement, had slowly opened up...
This is, someone triggered its killing pattern.
