As the soul-calling flag broke, Wen Zhong's body regained consciousness in an instant. He wanted to open the ghost realm, but in front of this crooked-necked old tree, the ghost realm he could use was once again suppressed to the limit.
Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and raised his right hand in an instant, and then a cold white light bloomed from his palm. The surrounding space couldn't help but become slightly distorted under the illumination of this white light.
White light instantly illuminated the open space, and the next moment Wen Zhong's figure disappeared from the place, and then appeared on the only remaining dirt road on the other side of the open space.
Wen Zhong looked at the deep darkness in front of the dirt road. Without too much hesitation, he raised his feet and galloped forward.
Strangely, the old tree with a crooked neck and the group of funeral ghosts did not make any movement. It seemed that they were still in a stalemate with each other. The old grave was silent, and the scarlet soil was spread on the ground. From a distance, the entire open space looked like... It's an old tomb.
At this moment, the path was silent except for his footsteps. Wen Zhong looked back slightly and saw that the road he passed was gradually wrapped in a layer of black haze.
The road ahead gradually became winding, extending deep into the old forest, seemingly without an end.
"Although that weird old tree with a crooked neck is the core of this ghost forest, according to the radio and Guitong's observations, it seems to be very damaged, with only a tree shell left."
"However, the radio didn't say anything about the grave. I feel that the bloody grave is much more dangerous than the crooked-necked old tree that has not completely invaded. And seeing that the tree is rooted on the grave, it can be considered A different kind of puzzle?"
Wen Zhong only felt that his supernatural level was too low. Even if many things were put in front of him, he could not analyze them at all.
"According to the radio, if you want to escape from here, you have to destroy a stone monument." Wen Zhong frowned when he thought of this, and then looked down at his abdomen.
Should he trust this weird radio?
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Time moves back for a moment.
At this time, Wen Zhong was forced to walk at the end of the group of funeral ghosts with a solemn face. Next to him were Min Qing, whose face was filled with fear, and Chen Yanyun, who had his eyes closed tightly.
I don’t know how much time has passed since they were taken away by this group of funeral ghosts. This group of ghosts has been walking in this ghost forest for some unknown purpose.
On the way, Wen Zhong's expression could only be described as wonderful. He could be said to have seen countless ghosts, and among them there were even terrifying ghosts that were not as scary as the three ghosts such as the Xun Sang Ghost.
As for the living people, Wen Zhong did not see them. No, maybe he saw them, but it was difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye in a place like this.
The ghost in Wen Zhong's body was not suppressed, but he was unable to use the power of the ghost. This feeling was very strange, as if his consciousness and body were completely separated.
"Zizzi...zizi...zizi..."
At this moment, a burst of electricity suddenly sounded in Wen Zhong's mind.
Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Although this radio saved him, it still revealed something strange from beginning to end. After that weird dream, Wen Zhong was convinced that the other party had no good intentions.
In fact, maybe this radio is what Chen Zhanluo wants to take away from him.
"What are you, a prop, or simply a ghost?" Wen Zhong thought silently in his heart. He really couldn't tell. However, the next moment, Wen Zhong's eyes changed from fear to shock.
"Zizi... my name is Wen Zhong... when you hear this recording... I will be dead... Zizi..."
"Zizi...zizi...I have been trapped in this ghost forest for a long time...I am the only one left now...zizi..."
"Zizi... But in the end... zizi... I still survived... zizi... haha... zizi..."
Wen Zhong listened to the voice coming from the radio, and his heart felt cold, because he could tell that it was clearly his own voice.
It's just that the pronunciation method is very stiff, as if a computer's artificial voice is pronouncing it word by word.
Ignoring Wen Zhong's surprise, the radio then sounded: "Zizi... I discovered this ghost forest before... Zizi... In fact, it did not completely invade reality... Zizi..."
"But when I came to the center of this ghost forest, I discovered... zizi... there is actually only one tree in the entire ghost forest... zizi..."
"Only one tree?" Hearing this sentence, Wen Zhong seemed to have grasped something.
Then the radio paused and continued to make a sound: "ZiZi... That old tree with a crooked neck... ZZI... It's scary but also incomplete... ZZI
"I thought restricting it was the way to survive... zizi... but I failed... zizi..."
"Zizi... I died in the end... Zizi... Remember not to try to restrain that crooked-necked old tree... Zizi..."
The sound stopped abruptly, and Wen Zhong felt a little numb when he heard it, but he couldn't say a word at the moment and could only silently digest the news that had just been revealed on the radio.
"This radio can actually talk, and what it says is somewhat contradictory, but these are not the most important. It chose this time to reveal this information to me. Could it be that it wanted to mislead me."
After a while, Wen Zhong made up his mind that he could never trust this radio. All signs showed that the other party was definitely not a kind person. If he could get out of the ghost forest alive this time, he must find a way to remove this radio from his body. Expelled.
Just when Wen Zhong was thinking about how to escape, the radio suddenly started to sound again: "Zizi... My name is Wen Zhong... When you hear... Zizi... this recording..."
"Zizi... I'm already dead... Zizi..."
"Zizi... This time I chose to avoid this ghost tree... because there is another road behind... The real way to survive is actually in the third open space... Zizi..."
"Zizi... As long as this incomplete stone tablet is destroyed... I can get out alive... Zizi..."
The third vacant space? A broken stone tablet? Wen Zhong was confused. If he knew about the ghost tree before, what was revealed on the radio this time left Wen Zhong confused.
This time the radio was not silent, but continued to make a sound: "Zizzi... I don't trust this radio in my body... But in order to survive, I still chose to make a bet... Fortunately, I won the bet..."
