The center of Da'an has now become a living purgatory in the eyes of ordinary people. There will be a terrifying mummy wandering in almost every street.
Even if ordinary people no longer want to believe in the existence of supernatural beings, they are all stuck at home at this moment, looking forward to rescue from the outside world.
All the stores on the street are closed, and almost every house is filled with debris and garbage. If nothing goes wrong, this kind of life will last for a while.
But now, this situation seems to have changed. The mummies that were originally wandering aimlessly on the streets hunting for living people are now heading towards a dilapidated Taoist temple.
It was like being called by something.
"These ghosts really seem to have the consciousness of a living person, and they actually know how to queue up." Wang Muyou stood on the rooftop of a residential building and looked down at the surroundings, his eyes full of fear.
Order is an important part of human society. Normal ghosts would only act according to instinct, but these terrifying mummies have a sense of order that only living people can understand.
Wang Muyou didn't know whether their behavior was an unconscious imitation or a subconscious action. He only knew that these ghosts were very scary and dangerous.
"I just practiced in seclusion for a few days. I didn't expect that the whole Da'an would fall after I came out. But as for Wen Zhong, he, the person in charge, didn't come out to take care of it."
Wang Muyou frowned, and the expression on his face seemed a bit stiff. He stayed in Da'an because there were many masters in this city, and even if a supernatural incident occurred, it would be quickly extinguished.
But now, the whole city has fallen, and he is still a little confused. Even if he wants to know what happened, he can't tell. The whole city seems to be dead.
There was overwhelming false news on the Internet, and even rumors about factory sewage leaks made him frown.
The worst thing is that he can't contact Wen Zhong, but he believes that the other person is still alive. Although this level of supernatural being is terrifying, it can't kill him, unless... there is some danger hidden in it that he doesn't know about.
"I remember that Fang Diyuan is the master of Liangyi Temple. If we can't contact Wen Zhong, we should go to Fang Diyuan first to understand the situation."
After confirming the direction, he dodged a few times and landed from the rooftop to the ground. The entire set of movements was completed in one go.
The moment he landed, the mummies wandering in front of him all turned their heads. The next moment, Wang Muyou felt that he was being stared at by countless cold, emotionless eyes.
"Is it really impossible to go to Liangyi Temple without disturbing these ghosts?"
Wang Muyou didn't panic when he saw this. He only saw a terrifying grimace slowly emerging from the base of his ears, as if to replace his original face. The two faces twisted together and squeezed out a smile. Weird face that is not smiling.
"Hahaha...hehehe...jiejiejie..."
A series of weird laughter came from his face. The laughter itself did not have supernatural power. What was terrifying was that the act of smiling itself was providing him with indescribable supernatural protection.
Sure enough, since this weird face appeared, the terrifying mummies around him who were staring at him ignored his existence, slowly turned their heads and wandered away in the direction of Liangyi Temple.
Without the interference of these terrifying mummies, he quickly came to the area around Liangyi Temple. It was not much different from the last time he came here. To be honest, it was the ruts that extended indoors and the reason that there was no room for a long time. Overgrown weeds.
"What happened? Did Fang Diyuan and the others evacuate from here? No, why does it smell like blood?"
As soon as he stepped into Liangyi Temple, Wang Muyou smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. This smell was like someone smearing the entire Taoist temple with blood, and the smell of blood almost turned into substance and hit his face.
Weird.
This smell is somewhat similar to the haze that surrounds Daan, but if you distinguish it carefully, you can clearly feel the difference between the two.
This feeling was very unpleasant, as if there was a dangerous ghost dormant inside. Unlike the mummies wandering outside, Wang Muyou even sensed a strange sense of familiarity.
He should know the person...or ghost inside.
"Is it Fang Diyuan? Did he revive and die in Liangyi Temple?" Wang Muyou pondered. It's not impossible. Even if he controls two ghosts, he can't sit back and relax. As the supernatural erosion deepens, there will still be Died and resurrected by a ghost.
As he went deeper, the smell of blood became clearer and more obvious. Even with the protection of the Laughing Ghost, Wang Muyou still felt frightened. He seemed to be at a disadvantage in the supernatural confrontation.
Entering the hall and passing by the corridor, he felt that he was getting closer to the source of the bloody smell, almost within reach, and there was only a closed room in front of him.
Thick, dark blood, mixed with the smell of death, flowed from the cracks in the room, making the surroundings darker and darker.
Now that the source had been determined, Wang Muyou was not stupid enough to actually step into this dangerous room. Under the supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost, he slowly exited the area.
However, after the investigation just now, he has roughly confirmed that there are no living people in this Liangyi Temple, and Fang Diyuan and the people who originally lived here have all disappeared.
At this time, he suddenly heard a burst of footsteps coming from the depths of Liangyi Temple. The sound was not loud but there was a mechanical stiffness, walking towards him from far to near.
"Huh? Is that ghost coming out?"
It seems that he triggered the murderous pattern of this evil ghost entrenched deep in Liangyi Temple, but how is this possible? The Laughing Ghost he controlled can provide enough supernatural protection before killing him.
If he was still targeted in this situation, it could only mean one thing, that is, the terror of this evil ghost had exceeded that of the Laughing Ghost who protected him.
Thinking of this, Wang Muyou raised his brows, and instantly two dark ink-like things seeped out from the corners of his eyes. They kept changing on his twisted smiling face, gradually outlining a pair of extremely strange tattoos.
This is the second ghost he has controlled - Ghost Pattern. Strictly speaking, Ghost Pattern should be regarded as a different kind of curse. It is parasitic on Wang Muyou's body and tortures him all the time.
The combination of the two supernatural powers further revealed Wang Muyou's terror.
"is that useful?"
The footsteps stopped, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly discovered that dots of gray-white bacterial plaque had suddenly grown on the surrounding walls, floors, ceilings, and even various scattered furniture.
