Wen Zhong looked at the ghost hand grabbing his wrist, and he was shocked. The ghost candle was still on, so why could this fierce ghost break through the protection of the candle?
There was only one possibility he could think of - hallucination.
Once, when he first controlled the ghost, he suffered enough from hallucinations in the night market, and was almost killed by the ghost codenamed Guizhuoren.
In other words, the ghost candle in Wen Zhong's eyes is still burning, but the ghost candle has actually been extinguished or burned out. So the question is, when did he fall into the hallucination?
But these are not important. The most important thing is that Wen Zhong feels that the evil spirit in his body is suppressed by this ghost hand. His whole body is cold, and the hand that is about to take out the lighter is frozen in place.
"Tsk, the supernatural power of the ghost contract will protect the two people who left their real names on it. Even if they are dead, they can't hurt each other... This person is not Fang Diyuan..."
Suddenly, his face felt a little warm, and the vision in his eyes began to blur. He reluctantly turned his neck and discovered that a small pool of blood had appeared on the ground at some point, and the place where the blood was oozing was his own eyes.
Then came the ears, nose, mouth...and finally even the skin began to ooze blood.
The pool of blood formed by dripping blood on the ground eventually connected into a blood lake. Wen Zhong's body also began to slowly sink with the appearance of the blood lake.
"Is this also...an illusion..."
Wen Zhong felt that there was nothingness inside his body, he could not feel anything, only the viscosity and powerlessness of the blood lake was left. He did not even see the true face of this ghost.
At this moment, an extremely distant shout suddenly sounded in his ears. It sounded like the voice was calling his name. The voice came from far to near, seeming to be in the horizon and yet near.
The voice was mixed with some kind of supernatural power, which suddenly woke him up. Wen Zhong's eyes turned dark again, but this time he found that his face was covered by a pair of stiff and cold ghost hands.
"This is it!" Wen Zhong couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
His body regained consciousness, and the suppressed feeling inside his body gradually disappeared. The next moment, the ghost hand covering his eyes let go of his face.
Looking back, a pale dead face came into his eyes.
A pair of large, pointed, bloodshot eyes with no pupils, a nose with only two holes left and the skin and flesh on all sides had been shaved off, a mouth that grinned to the base of the ears, and the entire protruding lips of the teeth had also been shaved off, and a pale to purple skin.
It was such a dead face that looked like a patchwork of pieces, staring at Wen Zhong without any movement, just staring at Wen Zhong with weird eyes.
The next moment, this evil ghost raised a skinny arm and put it to its mouth, making a silent gesture. Then it slowly retreated towards the darkness behind it, its steps were very light, as if it was afraid of disturbing other people. thing.
Finally, its entire body was submerged in the darkness and disappeared completely. As the evil ghost retreated, the surrounding darkness constructed by the ghost realm gradually faded away, returning to the original appearance of the room.
Although it was still a little dim, at least I could see the surrounding environment clearly.
"Wen Zhong..."
At this time, Wang Muyou's weak voice came from the corner of the room: "You...what did you do? Why did that fierce ghost leave like this?"
It was simply inexplicable. This was Wang Muyou's first feeling. He didn't expect that the other party would leave just like that. It didn't feel like it had triggered its killing pattern. He felt that this evil ghost looked more like it was out for fun.
"I don't know, I didn't do anything..." Wen Zhong responded with a hoarse voice. He also felt a little baffled.
But seeing that Fang Diyuan and Wang Muyou were still alive, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew clearly that he couldn't survive alone in this place. He could meet a fierce ghost in just two steps. Sooner or later you will be exhausted.
"Forget it, I've already wasted too much time. I have to go to the second floor of Ping An Inn." Wang Muyou frowned and struggled to get up from the ground. Now was not the time to worry about why the fierce ghost suddenly left.
The price of using the second ghost was higher than he expected. Wang Muyou felt dizzy when he stood up. Fortunately, Wen Zhong stepped forward in time to help him.
the other side.
Fang Diyuan had already walked to the grave wrapped in Chu Du's body. He stared at the raised mound of mold with an expressionless expression for a moment, and finally turned and left without saying anything.
Although the great revenge was avenged, Fang Diyuan felt a little empty in his heart.
Just when the three of them were about to look for an exit from here, scarlet and thick blood suddenly seeped out from the walls around him. The blood was combined and arranged on the wall, and eventually formed a bloody letter.
"Successfully arrive at the second floor of the Ping An Inn before dawn. There is one dead person and three living people here. The survivors will enter the earth and be eligible to make wishes."
The three of them had just finished reading the bloody words, and before they had time to say anything, the air was filled with a strange scent of traditional Chinese medicine.
After smelling this smell, Wen Zhong only felt his head swelled. Just like when he came to Ping'an Inn before, he fell to the ground with a "bang" and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Before he fell into coma, Wen Zhong saw a dark wooden door appear in the middle of the wall, and an old man walked out of the door. He looked familiar, but before he could think about it carefully, his consciousness began to gradually leave him... …
As the scene turned, Wen Zhong opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on a shabby small bed. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the small bed of the Ping An Hotel where he stayed.
"What is going on? Why am I back?" Wen Zhong was a little surprised. At the same time, he also felt that his condition had improved a lot, and the restlessness of the ghost's recovery had also lessened.
After all, now that the ghost bacteria and ghost pupils have been spliced, he is now only equivalent to controlling a fierce ghost, but the horror level of the ghost is relatively higher than before.
Just as Wen Zhong was looking around, the people on the other two beds in the room also woke up. It was Fang Diyuan and Wang Muyou. Looking at their current faces, although they were still a little pale, they were much better than before.
"What's going on? Why are you back in this hotel? No, could this be the second floor of the hotel?" Wang Muyou was also a little surprised. He also didn't expect to come back here.
At this time, the door of the room suddenly opened, and two people wearing black robes and black masks came in from the outside. They said to Wen Zhong and the others: "The time has come and the earth has opened. Could you please follow me?" Let’s go take a shower and change clothes.”
