Just when Wen Zhong was about to step into the cemetery to rescue Song Xin, suddenly, a piece of yellow letter paper floated out of his pocket.
This piece of yellow letter paper carried an indescribable supernatural power and attacked Wen Zhong's face directly.
Before he could react, the yellow letter paper was laid flat on his face, and the package was tightly wrapped.
A feeling of suffocation came over him, and he subconsciously raised his ghost hand to tear off the yellow letter paper.
But Wen Zhong's body softened and he almost fell to the ground. He was so groggy that he couldn't muster any strength at all, and even his consciousness began to blur.
Darkness completely covered his sight, and the surrounding sounds gradually became silent. The sound of heartbeat, breathing, and all other sounds disappeared.
This is definitely a life and death crisis.
At the same time, Song Xin in the cemetery saw a piece of yellow letter paper taped to Wen Zhong's face, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily. He was not unfamiliar with that thing.
That is the post of the King of Hell.
The ghost controller who receives this letter from the King of Hell will definitely die within a month. No ghost controller can escape this mortal curse, not even the top figures in the supernatural circle can withstand it.
However, since it is a curse, there is a way to break it.
"Damn it, it's all over now. I'm afraid No. 5 doesn't even know what this thing is, let alone how to crack it. This time it's really a mess."
Song Xin gritted his teeth and used all his strength to crawl toward the iron door, but after a few steps, a strange force dragged him back to where he was.
At this moment, there is no intact skin on his body. He is now like a highly decomposed corpse, exuding a stench all over his body. All the flesh and blood on his body has been rotted to pieces, revealing the dense inside. White skeleton.
There was only a thin layer of flesh and blood left on the face covering the skeleton, and a pair of dry eyes were stuffed in their sockets, looking at the iron gate of the cemetery.
No matter how you look at it, this is already a corpse.
But he is still alive, and he is still struggling and resisting. However, as time goes by, this struggle and resistance become weaker and weaker.
Just at this moment, something strange happened again in the very quiet old tomb located all around.
It started shaking again, and the mud footprints spread from the grave to his side, and then a feeling of tearing came over, and one of his arms was torn off forcibly.
Song Xin didn't feel any pain, she just felt very cold.
It was obviously still summer, but all Song Xin could feel at this moment was the bone-chilling cold, and all the blood in his body was frozen at this moment.
After the arm was torn off, a shaky palm covered with corpses stretched out from the two wound sections, trying to rejoin the arm back to the shoulder, but failed.
The arm was dragged to the pit of one of the old tombs, and that pit corresponded to the shape of an arm.
He is being dismembered by evil spirits.
Before he could react, the other arm was torn off. He had no ability to resist at all, and could only stare with a pair of dry eyes as he watched himself being dismembered.
Soon, his legs were torn off.
At this time, the scattered grave soil on the old grave began to gather towards Song Xin. His whole body seemed to be sunk into the ground, being covered up bit by bit by the grave soil.
Blood kept flowing from his body, and the grave soil covering his body had been soaked with blood and turned scarlet and glaring.
It seemed that he was attracted by the blood, or it might be Song Xin's subconscious action in the face of a life-and-death crisis. Behind him, the vampire who had been standing quietly on the spot was slowly approaching him.
The only good thing is that it didn't raise the sword in its arms, it just approached.
Every time it took a step forward, the blood on its body began to spill on the ground, and soon small pools of blood formed one after another. It was still the same as before, without the slightest smell of blood.
Song Xin no longer had the extra energy to pay attention to the vampire's movements. All the organs in his body, except his heart, had been taken out and placed on the grave.
This was like a living sacrifice, and the sacrifices were him and Wen Zhong, but the latter avoided this danger in advance.
But similarly, Wen Zhong is now in another desperate situation, which may be even more dangerous than his current situation.
The next moment, a cold hand passed under Song Xin's ribs and held his heart tightly. With just a slight force, he could take out his organs from his body just like before.
Again, this is an absolute life and death crisis.
"By the way, I still have... Guizhu..." Song Xin raised his neck slightly. At this time, his mind was still clear and he did not lose his mind because of being dismembered.
However, both of his arms had been torn off, and the remaining small piece of the ghost candle had rolled to the vampire's feet, and was soon covered by the blood dripping from it.
"Hiss-"
The last heart was taken out after all.
But Song Xin was still alive. Even though he was dismembered and the organs in his body were emptied, he was still alive and not dead.
The vampire also came to his side at this moment. The two sunken eyes on his face were facing Song Xin, and the blood on his body fell on him drop by drop.
It didn't make any movement, it just stood beside Song Xin, letting its blood drip down drop by drop on the other's body like a skeleton.
Feeling the vampire's movements, Song Xin felt a coldness in his heart at this moment. He was not afraid of death, but he only felt that his body was no longer his. No, to be precise, the ghost he controlled was being taken away.
This vampire surprisingly used the ghosts in its body as puzzle pieces to perfect itself.
This is the instinct of the devil, to find puzzle pieces and perfect himself.
How terrifying will a scary vampire with a high level of terror become after getting the puzzle piece in his body to perfect himself?
Song Xin didn't know, because his consciousness had disappeared with the invasion of vampires. At the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, the last scene he saw with his dry eyes was.
Just beside the iron gate of the cemetery not far away, Wen Zhong's motionless body lying on the ground suddenly moved. The movement was very slight, but Song Xin still caught it.
