Wen Zhong frowned, a faint gray light emerged from his body, and the next moment, mold began to float in the whole room. In an instant, Dai Zhibin's body was covered with a thin layer of gray velvet.
Dai Zhibin, who was restricted by the ghost bacteria, was like a wounded beast, constantly struggling on the bed, staring at Wen Zhong with his eyes, and began to growl in his throat.
"Is this the evil ghost that has revived?" Yan Duo frowned and looked at Dai Zhibin, who was covered in ghost germs on the hospital bed. The other person's expression was ferocious, and burnt black blood continued to flow out from his eyes, nose, mouth and even ears, bit by bit. Drops fell on the hospital bed.
The next moment, Dai Zhibin's mouth suddenly opened on the hospital bed, and a large stream of dirty blood exuding a burnt smell squeezed through his throat and surged out of his mouth.
This pool of dark and turbid blood covered his body, and even Wen Zhong's ghost germs were eroded away. Moreover, this pool of dirty blood was still spreading on the hospital bed, seeming to completely wrap Dai Zhibin.
"Are you kidding? He's about to get out of trouble." Wen Zhong shouted: "Don't be stunned, quickly suppress him."
Then a turbid and dead gray light quickly began to spread, and Huang Gongming and Dai Xiaoxiao were instantly transferred from the ward by Wen Zhong.
Dai Zhibin was still vomiting at this moment, and the dirty blood in his body seemed to be endless. Along with the violent rise and fall of his chest, he kept pouring out.
Moreover, his neck was thicker than his thighs, and a black shadow could be faintly seen on his throat. It can be imagined that once he completely spits out the black shadow on his chest, Dai Zhibin will definitely die, and at the same time, this terrifying ghost will also Complete recovery.
Yan Duo's face darkened, and the sleeves of the ghost shirt instantly looked as if they had been soaked in blood. The scarlet sleeves extended towards Dai Zhibin. He wanted to block the other's throat that was spurting blood first.
As soon as he came into contact with Dai Zhibin's body, a series of sounds of sloshing water suddenly sounded in the other person's body, and then blood seeped out from his pores, and the ghost shirt was blocked back.
Not only that, his throat seemed to have reached a certain limit. A charred, dry arm exuding an unpleasant smell suddenly emerged from it, sprinkling a pool of thick dirty blood towards Wen Zhong and Yan Duo.
Then the arm opened Dai Zhibin's mouth, retracted it again and disappeared, while Wen Zhong used his ghost hand to resist the burnt black blood.
His face changed slightly when he felt a scorching heat. If his arm wasn't a ghost hand, he might have been hit by the attack at this time, but even so, his body was still stained with a little blood.
Yan Duo's situation was a little better than him. The ghost shirt resisted this attack for him. The bulge under the ghost shirt seemed to stretch out an arm, completely blocking the blood.
At this moment, the entire hospital bed was covered in the burnt black blood. At this moment, half of Dai Zhibin's body was sunk into the blood. Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong immediately used the ghost realm to try to transfer Dai Zhibin out of it.
But a layer of ghost realm has no effect. Even if it covers Dai Zhibin's body, it will be immediately washed away by the dark blood. This charred blood seems to be the nemesis of the ghost bacteria, suppressing the spread of the ghost realm.
"Damn it, I was worried that I might kill him, so I became a little timid." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth. He could feel a strange aura from the pool of black blood, which seemed to be connected to somewhere. A supernatural place.
"Gulu——" The ghost pupils broke away from the flesh and popped out from between the eyebrows. The next moment, like nails, they appeared on Dai Zhibin's limbs out of thin air, nailing him firmly to the hospital bed to prevent him from sinking further.
The ghost pupils were turbid and cold, and a tearing curse began to wreak havoc on Dai Zhibin's limbs. Immediately, burnt black blood flowed down his limbs into the ghost pupils.
"Hiss—" Wen Zhong covered his eyes, and a burning stinging sensation came from the ghost pupil. At this moment, he even felt that the ghost pupil was temporarily uncontrollable, and then the ghost pupil closed from the opponent's limbs. disappeared.
Terrifying, the fierce ghost controlled by the opponent is really terrifying. Although most of the elements are due to Wen Zhong's hand, the ghost hidden in Dai Zhibin's body is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp. It can actually withstand the attacks of Wen Zhong and Yan Duo three times in a row.
"What the hell is this?" Yan Duo's frightened and angry voice came from the side. He saw that the ghost shirt was stained with a drop of blood as black as ink. As the drop of blood spread, he found that the ghost shirt was even stained with blood. To be stripped from yourself.
At this moment, Dai Zhibin's body had been completely submerged in the pool of dirty blood. Only his head was still struggling, and streams of dirty blood kept flowing out of his pores, making people's hair stand on end.
"This is a very special ghost. He recovers very quickly. This is normal after all, Dai Zhibin did not control it..." There was a terrifying ferocity in Wen Zhong's eyes that he could no longer retain.
He had a hunch that if he held back today because he was concerned about the other person's life, then he, Yan Duo, Huang Gongming, Dai Xiaoxiao, and even the people in this building would most likely die here.
A pale and stiff ghost hand appeared out of thin air on Dai Zhibin's neck, and then mechanically opened it to hold his neck tightly.
"Crack-" The crisp sounds of bone breaking sounded one after another, followed by the sound of broken neck bones. Dai Zhibin's head was twisted several times by this pale and stiff ghost hand before he finally stopped struggling.
The strange black blood was constantly soaking the ghost hand, but unlike before, the ghost hand did not loosen due to the burning of the dirty blood, but instead pinched harder.
The next moment, Dai Zhibin's body was forcibly pulled out of the pool of charred and dirty blood by ghostly hands. At the moment of pulling out, a pair of charred and withered arms were taken out of the pool of dirty blood, and the resistance increased instantly.
Another ghost hand stretched out instantly and grabbed Dai Zhibin's body. Wen Zhong even felt that he was pulling on a smooth boulder and might let go at any time.
At this moment, the sound of dripping water could be heard in the room, and countless blackened palm prints appeared on Wen Zhong's body, as if they were dragging him into this strange pool of dirty blood.
"Are you kidding me..." Veins popped up on Wen Zhong's forehead. He felt like he could no longer hold on. His hands were completely eroded by blood, and the intense burning sensation was constantly stimulating his nerves.
At this moment, Yan Duo suddenly stood up and quickly took out a red candle wrapped in gold foil from the body bag. The next moment, a green and cold candle light lit up, illuminating the entire room.
"Damn it, watch out, this is Guizhu!" Yan Duo yelled angrily, raised his foot and kicked the hospital bed. In an instant, Wen Zhong felt the pressure lighten and pulled Dai Zhibin out with both hands.
