Mold, overwhelming mold, a little bit of mold appeared on every pillar and even every brick. As time went by, it gradually formed a thin layer of velvet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The strong smell of blood was mixed with the stench of mold, and an unspeakable supernatural attack struck Wang Muyou.
"This is a ghost fungus. The person here is undoubtedly Wen Zhong, but why is he here?" Wang Muyou roared, and the ghost marks gradually spread to his right hand holding the dagger.
He was trying his best to fight off the attack from the ghost fungus.
"Wait, what is this?"
Suddenly, he saw a headless corpse walking out of the corner wrapped in mold, walking towards him with stiff and heavy steps, and it was holding something in its hand.
That's a big knife.
No, if it were broken down, what it held in its hand should be the guillotine used to behead people in ancient times, but it had no base and was held tightly in the hand of this headless corpse.
This guillotine was extremely sharp, and thick blood was constantly dripping from the blade. It seemed that this guillotine had cut something not long ago. Of course, the weirdest thing was not the blade, but the handle.
A highly decomposed head was connected to the handle of the guillotine. The face had been severely distorted and deformed. There were several wounds on it similar to claw marks, from which a cold gray light occasionally flashed.
"Gulu——"
There seemed to be something like an eyeball buried in the wound on the head, and an extremely cold sight could be felt.
But for Wang Muyou, these are not the important points. What is more important is that the headless corpse is wearing a criminal police uniform that he is very familiar with, and it is soaked in blood at this moment.
With the criminal police uniform, the spreading ghost germs, and the special supernatural item in his hand, he was 80% sure that the headless corpse in front of him was definitely Wen Zhong.
but why……
Why did Wen Zhong, the person in charge of the city, die alone here? And it didn't look like he died from the resurrection of a ghost, it looked more like he died from... suicide.
This terrifying headless corpse ignored Wang Muyou's shock. It walked straight towards Wang Muyou. At the same time, his hand holding the guillotine slowly raised as if to chop off his head.
"Damn, how could this happen?"
Wang Muyou's eyelids twitched and he looked at the bloody guillotine. He thought it would be better not to provoke the headless corpse at this moment, but it was obvious that the other party had no intention of letting him go.
He was protected by the double supernatural powers of the Laughing Ghost and the Ghost Pattern, but just walking around the Liangyi Temple was suspected to have triggered the murderous pattern of this headless corpse.
"Tsk, ghosts kill people in a pattern, so what is its killing pattern? If this knife can be regarded as a ghost, then there is no doubt that what I have to face now are four ghosts."
This is the scary thing about the large number of ghosts in supernatural events. The killing patterns are superimposed. Even if Wang Muyou avoids one of them, there will always be another one waiting for him.
He could feel how terrifying Wen Zhong was when the ghosts revived. For the first time, he lost confidence in the two ghosts he controlled, feeling that they might not be able to protect him at this moment.
The dagger was out of his body, and he was now trapped in the ghost realm. It was useless to escape. Only by trying his best to suppress the terrifying ghost in front of him could he have a chance of survival.
A deathly cold gray light enveloped him, seeming to leave some kind of medium on his body.
His legs were shrouded in mold, and he felt a heartbreaking pain. He was at a disadvantage in the supernatural confrontation between them.
Wang Muyou lowered his head subconsciously.
"wrong."
The moment he lowered his head, an indescribable feeling came over him, as if there was a shadow of death hanging over him.
And the headless corpse had already struck a fatal blow.
Wang Muyou felt a pain in his neck. In an instant, a thin red line slowly appeared on his neck. The blood slowly seeped out along the red line, soaked his shirt and pants, and finally dripped at his feet, forming a circle. A shallow pool of blood.
"What a joke!"
At this moment, even though he knew it was in vain, he still retreated crazily, just to stay away from the terrifying ghost in front of him.
One knife.
Just a knife.
His head was almost cut off by this headless corpse. If it weren't for the supernatural protection still taking effect, and if it weren't for the short knife that also shared part of the attack for him, he would have died.
Fear, horror, and various emotions emerged at the same time. Wang Muyou's eyes were full of fear and panic. He could feel that the evil ghost in his body was completely suppressed after this knife.
If the other party cuts him off again... then he will definitely die.
Suddenly, his eyes hurt, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of them. Before he could think about it, his stomach hurt and a feeling of vomiting surged up, and at the same time, his abdomen began to crack.
He was only worried about this weird guillotine, but he ignored that there were other terrifying supernatural things about this headless corpse.
"vomit--"
The crack began to spread from his abdomen, and a cloudy and bloodshot eyeball squeezed out from the wound, followed by the second, third, and fourth...
Every time there was an extra wound, a cloudy eyeball popped out of it, and as the feeling of vomiting worsened, eyeballs stuck with stomach acid continued to spit out from his mouth.
"Click——"
What sounded this time was the sound of broken bones. His calf was twisted by a pale and stiff hand stretched out from the darkness. As the twisting force of the ghost hand increased, his calf was gradually twisted into a twist. , the flesh was twisted and torn, and blood kept pouring out.
Each one was a deadly supernatural attack, and Wang Muyou was horrified to find that he could not stop it.
The Laughing Ghost's supernatural power was still protecting his body from being eroded by ghost bacteria, but that was all. It could not prevent all the changes that happened to Wang Muyou's body.
In less than a minute, Wang Muyou felt like he was falling into hell. Not only was he suppressed, but even his body was directly invaded by the supernatural beings. The supernatural beings almost merged with him, even if he left at this time. use.
His body was covered with strange eyes, and countless gazes came from the cracks in his body, and they were even constantly rotating, as if they were going to tear his body apart completely.
"Wen, Wen Zhong!" Wang Muyou was covered in blood, his expression was painful and ferocious, but after all, he controlled two powerful ghosts, how could he die so easily.
Even if his heart is broken and his internal organs are torn to pieces, he can still survive and remain conscious.
"Damn it, I don't know what happened here, but didn't you say you wanted to pass the second stage of the ceremony? How could you die here like this!"
