Wen Zhong and the other three looked at each other when they heard this, and when Fang Diyuan nodded, they got up and followed the two people out of the room.
Soon, the three of them were taken to three different rooms. After taking a shower, Wen Zhong put on clothes similar to those of the two guides, as well as a purple mask.
Looking at the mirror in the corner of the room, Wen Zhong found that the mask and robe seemed a bit too loose, especially the purple robe, which was like a pocket covering his body tightly.
Although the purple mask was a bit too big, it was just enough to cover his face without blocking his sight. He stretched out his hand and touched it. The mask felt cool to the touch, as if it was made from the skin of some kind of animal. Become.
"Well, is this still me?" Wen Zhong said unconsciously. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was a little stunned, because his voice became extremely vicissitudes of life, like the voice of a dying old man.
Looking down at his exposed hands again, they turned out to be extremely skinny. But the strange thing was that Wen Zhong didn't feel any discomfort, as if the hands belonged to him from the beginning.
"It's not an illusion, this seems to be...a disguise." Wen Zhong frowned. Unexpectedly, this dress actually had the effect of camouflage. It seems that the place where he will go later may have a lot of background.
Just when he was about to check the robe again, there was a knock on the door of the room, and the slightly stiff voice of the man in black robe who had just led the way came from outside the door: "Sir, the bathing time is over, please." Come with us to the underworld.”
"good."
Wen Zhong's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a moment before opening the door, and followed the man in black robe towards the so-called underground.
On the way, Wen Zhong carefully observed the man in black robe leading the way. The man's walking pace was very stiff, and his legs seemed to be unable to bend.
Regardless of whether the other party is a ghost or not, Wen Zhong can be sure that it is definitely not a living person, because a living person will definitely not be able to walk the same pace as the other party, but the strange thing is that it seems to have the consciousness of a living person, just like the blind-eyed creature he met just now Like a ghost.
At this moment, under the leadership of the man in black robe, Wen Zhong came to an empty hall. Just as he was about to open the door and enter, a depressing and cold breath hit his face.
This breath was like a hill, oppressing Wen Zhong's nerves and making it difficult for him to move forward. Finally, when he felt that he could no longer hold on, the breath finally dissipated.
Wen Zhong looked up and saw a rusty bronze mirror hanging on the door beam of the door. The source of the aura was this bronze mirror. It seemed that it was also a supernatural prop.
"What kind of mirror is this?" Wen Zhong asked the man in black robe on the side, but the other party did not answer and only made a gesture to invite him in.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong didn't say anything more, opened the door and walked into the hall.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw four people who were also wearing purple robes with purple masks on their faces. At first glance, the styles of these robes were similar, but upon closer inspection, there were still some differences in the details of each person's robe.
At this time, the four people sitting on the old-fashioned Taishi chair turned to look at Wen Zhong at the same time, with prying eyes, murderous intent, curiosity, and more of disdain in their eyes.
Very strong.
Maybe it’s because the temperature in the room is high, or maybe it’s because his robe is covering him, but there is a trace of sweat on Wen Zhong’s forehead. The four people sitting here are very powerful. Not to mention Mo Sheng and He Youxu, they are probably more powerful than before. Chu Du, who was in a tough fight, was stronger.
The man in black robe pointed at one of the unoccupied seats and indicated that he could sit wherever he wanted. Then he saluted Wen Zhong, turned and walked towards the door of the hall.
Wen Zhong sat on the chair and carefully looked at the other four people around him. He felt that one of them looked familiar, but he was not sure because he was covered by such a purple robe. As for using ghost eyes to peek, he was not there yet. step.
There are a total of seven chairs in the entire hall, and there are two empty seats, which seem to belong to Fang Diyuan and Wang Muyou.
Soon, the door was pushed open again, and this time the attention of the people around them turned to the new people who came in. It was still the man in black robe who led the way. After indicating the seat, the man in black robe turned around and left the hall again.
The new man in purple robe glanced around at the people around him and sat on the chair without saying anything.
Since the quilt and robe had a camouflage effect, Wen Zhong didn't know whether the newcomer was Fang Diyuan or Wang Muyou, or neither.
Just like that, after waiting for a while, another man in purple robe opened the wooden door and walked in. He staggered a little and seemed to be seriously injured. Wen Zhong guessed that this new person should be Fang Diyuan.
At this point, all seven people in the hall have arrived.
At this time, the purple-robed man sitting in the first position suddenly sneered and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard that three newcomers who are qualified to reach the earth appeared in the first stage this time. I originally thought that They are all ruthless characters, but I didn’t expect them to be at this level.”
After saying that, the second person sitting next to him also spoke and chuckled: "No. 1, I'm afraid it's because the ground has been empty for too long, otherwise there would be no way to find three people to come in to make up the number."
No. 1 laughed when he heard this and said: "No. 2, what qualifications do you have to criticize others? You are not just making up the numbers."
"No. 1, you!" No. 2 said angrily.
At this time, the person on the third chair next to him seemed to have just woken up. He shook his head and said, "What about that, friends, you don't even know what time it is now. Can you please let me take a nap?" "
"Hmph, No. 3, if you continue to sleep like this, I'm afraid you will die sleeping here sooner or later." The person sitting on the fourth chair heard this and sneered.
Although No. 4's voice is hoarse, you can still tell that this is a woman who seems to be very familiar with No. 3.
"Go, go, No. 4, stop being alarmist here. Do you think you are a nightmare and can kill me in my sleep?" No. 3 waved his hand impatiently, changed his position and began to sleep soundly.
Nightmare, Wen Zhong was shocked when he heard the name. He had seen it on Interpol's intelligence website. It was the second most powerful ghost in the world, second only to the first ghost call.
I didn't expect these people to know about nightmares. Could it be that some of them are Interpol?
At this time, No. 1 spoke again. He looked at No. 4 and said, "No. 4, I didn't expect you and No. 3 to be here this time. It seems that you really have no one."
From the tone of No. 1's words, it seemed that he also knew No. 3 and No. 4.
