To Wen Zhong's surprise, the headquarters finally agreed to his plan. Yan Wenhua personally notified him and asked him to give it a go, and he would be responsible for all problems that arose.
"That's it. Wen Zhong, I wish you success." Ling Jin's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Thank you." Wen Zhong sat in the car and said in a low voice: "Remember, if I don't contact you after I hang up the phone, you must not connect without permission, otherwise you may kill me."
"I know." Ling Jin took a deep breath and responded.
After saying that, Wen Zhong hung up the phone. At this moment, he had arrived near Liangyi Temple, where he could already see the familiar building.
"Now that I have the permission, all that's left is preparation." Wen Zhong is very clear-headed. Now he has only completed a short period of preliminary tasks, and the real difficulties are about to begin now.
Thinking of this, he stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and within a moment he broke into Liangyi Temple, even knocking open the door blocking the hall.
He had no ink marks, so he directly carried the guillotine on his back, carried the mummy, picked up the golden box containing the radio, and walked towards the secret room of Liangyi Temple. He only knew about the existence of this secret room after hearing Fang Diyuan tell him about it.
The cold air oozing out of the gold foil-wrapped guillotine was sharper than usual at this moment, as if it knew it was going to see blood today, and its blade was trembling non-stop, as if in anticipation and desire.
"Don't be anxious, there is still time now, let's take our time." As if to comfort the guillotine, and also to comfort himself, Wen Zhong's figure appeared at the door of the secret room the next moment.
There was nothing in the secret room. When Fang Diyuan evacuated here, all the materials inside had been moved away.
He would choose this place not only because he didn't want to involve his friends, but also because of privacy considerations. This place is currently the only one he can find, and it can isolate some outside interference to a large extent.
A piece of white cloth was spread on the ground, which he had temporarily moved from the car. At the same time, a hood made of coarse cloth and linen rope was ready to plug all the gaps in the room, and all preparations were completed.
"No, there is one more thing. All that's left now is to deal with this radio. If I die, you won't be able to live alone." He placed the gold box containing the radio in the corner of the secret room.
The supernatural cannot corrode gold, unless a living person is willing to take the risk to open the gold box. Once Wen Zhong dies, the radio will most likely stay with him in this secret room for the rest of his life.
The body bag containing the mummy was lying flat on the ground. Everything was ready. Wen Zhong sat cross-legged on the white cloth. He had thought about recording a video. After all, people can commit suicide several times in their lifetime.
But thinking about it, he still rejected the idea because it was of no use. Would it be possible to record it for himself to enjoy again later?
Just thinking about Wen Zhong makes me feel terrified.
"Also, my method is not mass-produced. It is better not to do any live broadcasts to mislead people."
He felt that this path relied too much on luck and was purely gambling with fate. The possibility of success was really low.
Wen Zhong took a deep breath. He had reached this point and had no reason to hesitate anymore. He suddenly opened the body bag containing the mummy and the ghost. The first step was to remove the ghost threads from the opponent's body.
The moment the body bag was opened, the two shriveled and muddy eyeballs came out of the eyes. In an instant, its body stood upright, with veins popping out on its face. A ferocious crack opened from the center of the eyebrow to the chin, and the skin and flesh were turned out and the bones were exposed, which looked extremely horrifying. .
But the next moment, a cold guillotine pierced the body of the mummy. In an instant, the mummy ghost suffered unspeakable injuries like an ordinary person.
Its skin began to break piece by piece, and its entire body was unable to move. The ghost threads under the skin also stopped squirming. Only the ferocious crack on the face seemed to be opening and closing with breathing.
"Gulu——"
A turbid and strange eye appeared on Wen Zhong's arm. It was still turning and looking around, and saw the suppressed mummy. Then it broke away from the flesh and sprung up from the opponent's body like bamboo shoots after rain.
One after another, turbid and cold eyeballs kept popping out from the opponent's body, and finally even the shadow of ghost pupils appeared in the ferocious crack.
"Gulu——"
The ghost eyes kept turning on the mummy. The next moment Wen Zhong raised an arm and pressed down on the head of the mummy. In an instant, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his body, and the ghost threads dormant in his body were aroused at this moment.
"coming soon."
Wen Zhong felt all these changes with an expressionless face. The ghost silk carried his consciousness and was spliced together with the ghost pupil. If successful, the ghost pupil's supernatural powers would also make a qualitative leap.
I don't know how long it took, but this strange change stopped. The mummy in front of me showed no signs of activity even without the suppression of the guillotine. Part of the supernatural power of the thinking ghost has been successfully inherited by the ghost pupil.
At the same time, the supernatural balance in his body, which had already become precarious, became even more dilapidated at this moment.
However, none of this is important to Wen Zhong now. What is more important is that he has overcome the first difficulty.
"Very good, even if it is controlled, the reviving ghost instinct will gradually take over and return. The puzzle has been put together, and the next step is to carry the consciousness."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hideous wound suddenly opened on Wen Zhong's body, and a gray-white deathly light swam across his body. The recovery of the ghost fungus was imminent.
At the same time, ghost pupils appeared one after another in the wounds on his body. If you look closely at the originally turbid ghost pupils, there are traces of red lines attached to them, just like bloodshot eyes.
Cold, numb, tired.
A feeling of suffocation suddenly appeared. Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong grabbed the coarse linen rope hood placed on the white cloth without hesitation, and then put it on his head, leaving only half of his mouth open.
A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Relying on his memory and feeling, he peeled off the gold foil wrapped in the guillotine piece by piece. With each piece of gold foil peeled off, the cold feeling became more solemn.
"boom--"
This cold feeling seemed to have formed a substance, as if he could hear something. Before he had time to think about it, the last piece of gold foil wrapped on the guillotine was peeled off by him.
now.
Guillotine began to fully recover.
Stiff ghost hands grasped the handle of the knife. His consciousness seemed to be blurred and his hands were trembling. In just a moment, he suddenly knew a fatal fact.
It turned out that his head had been dismembered by the guillotine when the gold foil was peeled off for the first time, and the dull sound was the sound of his head falling on the white cloth.
