Wen Zhong was shocked. He still underestimated the terror of this fierce ghost. The other party could see through his ghost realm with just one glance.
And this strange feeling in the ghost realm...
There is no doubt that this is the virtual ghost controlled by He Youxu. He suffered a lot in the experimental building before. If it were not for the use of the ghost candle, he almost died on that corridor.
Now, this strange feeling invaded his ghost domain again, but the difference was that the other party was also in his ghost domain.
"Is this the lanky ghost next to Fang Diyuan?" Wen Zhong saw it clearly. What appeared was not Fang Diyuan who had his consciousness stolen by the thinking ghost as he expected, but the ghost next to him.
But if it’s not a thinking ghost, how can we explain this virtual reality?
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying idea appeared in his mind. Could the thinking ghost be spliced together with this slender ghost? This could also explain why there was a virtual ghost on the other side.
"No wonder." Wen Zhong tightened his grip on the guillotine and stared at the slender ghost not far away, "So is Fang Diyuan still alive now, or is he already dead?"
The next moment, the slender figure suddenly moved and moved slowly in Wen Zhong's ghost realm. Its target was the Liangyi Temple where Dai Zhibin was.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong's heart sank slightly. Although he knew that the ghost realm alone could not stop this terrifying ghost, he did not expect that the other party could invade so lightly.
This is really...a bit embarrassing.
"Wang Muyou, you and Dai Zhibin retreat from here first." Wen Zhong took advantage of the gap between Li Gui's advance and shouted back towards the interior of Liangyi Temple.
"I know." Wang Muyou shouted.
Then Wang Muyou's figure appeared at the door of the secret room deep in Liangyi Temple. Behind him was a black shadow, with a vague humanoid outline lying in the middle, which looked extremely weird.
When these charred shadows approached Wang Muyou, they actively avoided him and chose to smear on the walls on both sides.
Because he was under the supernatural protection of the Laughing Ghost, these blackened shadows could not pose a threat to him for the time being, but it would be hard to say if they were corroded for a long time.
Soon, Wang Muyou left Liangyi Temple with Dai Zhibin, who was still in a coma.
When the slender ghost saw Wang Muyou and the others leaving, it turned its head stiffly, and its eyes sewn with black lines kept shaking, as if it was observing the direction in which they left.
Immediately afterwards, the black and red haze gradually gathered towards it, and Wen Zhong's ghost realm was completely invaded at this moment.
"We can't delay it any longer. This ghost actually wants to attack Wang Muyou." Wen Zhong's eyes flickered. There seemed to be a big problem with this slender ghost.
At this moment, it is completely subordinate to the instinct of the evil ghost. It stands to reason that if it is combined with the thinking ghost, then it should inherit the ability of the thinking ghost itself to suppress the killing pattern.
But now, its actions are a very good explanation of what the ghost's instinct is.
Wen Zhong's face turned cold, and he appeared behind the lanky ghost instantly. He raised the guillotine in his hand without hesitation, aimed at Li Gui's neck and slashed it, hoping to dismember the opponent with one blow.
"Click——"
The lanky ghost might feel threatened, or it might be because he still has the consciousness of a thinking ghost.
It turned its head suddenly, not caring at all about the sound of its neck bones breaking due to excessive force.
The guillotine struck, but it did not hit the lanky ghost. His arm holding the guillotine was tightly clamped by a skinny arm, which actually made the same crisp sound of bone cracking.
The dry and chapped face of the lanky ghost was now twisted and twisted together, as if he was angry.
The next moment, its mouth, which was split to the base of the ear but was also sewn up with black thread, began to tremble, as if it wanted to break free from the black thread and reenact the scene where the Thinking Ghost bit off Du Baige's throat.
As its mouth opened, a cold, rancid smell instantly swept through the surroundings.
With the help of the faint light from the ghost realm, Wen Zhong could clearly see the neat rows of teeth in its mouth, but they were as fine and sharp as sewing needles.
A rotten and suffocating smell filled the air from its mouth, causing Wen Zhong to frown deeply.
This was not over yet, the black-red light began to slowly spread in the direction of Wen Zhong, and the surrounding trees, ground and even the air turned into a strange simple drawing.
It is conceivable that once eroded by this light, a living person will die immediately, and even a ghost controller will fall into a situation where life is worse than death.
Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, and a pale and stiff ghost hand suddenly stretched out from an incredible angle, bypassing the blur of light, and suddenly pinched the slender ghost's twisted neck.
The ghost hand holding the guillotine was still tightly restrained by the other party. As a last resort, Wen Zhong prepared to rely on the space magic of the ghost hand to temporarily restrain this terrifying ghost.
As the strength of his hand increased, the sound of bone breaking sounded again, and his ghost hand naturally strengthened, but it was still not enough to be used directly to twist such a powerful ghost.
Although he was much stronger than before, he still felt like he was twisting a greased iron ball, and he had nowhere to put any effort at this moment.
Seeing that the black line in Li Gui's mouth was about to be broken, a trace of cold sweat broke out on Wen Zhong's forehead. He knew very well that if this bite was really taken, there would probably be one less Li Gui in his body.
"Gulu——"
A turbid, cold and bloodshot eyeball tore the flesh between the eyebrows and popped out. It was turning constantly, as if it was looking at the slender ghost standing in front of it.
The abilities of ghosts cannot be used continuously. For ghost controllers, it is impossible to use the abilities of one ghost all the time. They need to restrain each other and maintain a supernatural balance.
At the critical moment, the third fierce ghost controlled by Wen Zhong appeared and stole some of the thinking ghost's supernatural ghost pupils. The degree of horror was already incomparable, and it instantly tore the slender ghost's chapped skin.
Soon, a sound of flesh tearing was heard, and strange eyes appeared on its face, wrists, and neck one after another, and even those eyes kept turning.
The cracks are still extending, and it seems that the ghost eyes alone can dismember the terrifying ghost in front of him.
But soon the mutation stopped. Instead, the mutation began to affect Wen Zhong's body, with cracks tearing his skin apart, exposing Senhan's white bones.
The ghost pupil's supernatural power was actually unable to pin the opponent, but it still caused the slender ghost's body to stagnate for a moment.
