At this moment, the fog in the woods behind the mountain began to fill again, and wisps of thick fog floated toward the cemetery as if they were alive.
A strange corpse was lying at the junction of the cemetery and the woods. The corpse's face was covered with a layer of yellow letter paper, which was densely covered with various cursed words.
The corpse lay quietly on the ground. Occasionally, a wisp of thick fog drifted over, blowing against the corpse that was already covered with spots, acne and blood scabs.
Invisible to the naked eye, in the corpse's clothes, dark gray velvet covered its body, and these velvets were constantly eroding its skin.
No, it should be more accurately said as devouring or decomposing.
The flesh of this corpse has been completely invaded and replaced by this weird fungus, and this dark gray velvet has turned into new skin.
This process is very fast, and even if it suddenly comes to life, this invasion will be difficult to reverse.
At this moment, the mist that permeated the body seemed to be blown away by something when it came into contact with the thin layer of velvet.
This change also intensified the decay of the corpse. In this humid environment, a rotten corpse smell soon began to permeate the surroundings.
When this thin layer of velvet completely covers its body.
The corpse's arms actually twitched.
At the same time, many wounds of different sizes appeared on its body, just like the wounds on the skin that naturally become chapped due to dryness.
These cracks continued to spread along its body, almost tearing the corpse into several pieces. The blood that was about to clot was scattered and flowed out from the wounds, adding to the rotting corpse odor. A hint of blood.
"Crunch, crunch——"
Suddenly, there was a sound of bones being compressed.
The next moment, just when the whole corpse was about to fall apart, its hands suddenly lifted up, forming a strange twist, and the entire space seemed to be about to be twisted by these pale ghost hands.
Its body was forcibly glued together by the twisting of the ghost hands. While the body was being glued back together, a layer of dark gray velvet skin quickly covered the wound.
Cover, tear, glue.
These three kinds of supernatural powers acted on the body covered with yellow letter paper at the same time, and as time went by, this cycle became more and more rapid, almost seamlessly connected.
But the corpse still lay motionless on the ground, allowing these three kinds of supernatural beings to wreak havoc on his body.
The fog was still thick, and the surroundings were unusually quiet. At this moment, the entire Baiyang Village seemed to be still.
And the yellow paper covering the face of the corpse began to seep out black corpse water at some point.
Thick, rich, and strong corpse odor continued to seep out from the mouth and nose.
Soon, the entire yellow paper was soaked with black corpse water. Gradually, the writing on the yellow paper began to blur, and even the part covering the face began to loosen.
But even so, the corpse was still lying on the same spot, corpse water dripping from the edge of the yellow paper, and the whole flow was on the ground. A small dark puddle formed.
Then a layer of blood spread from the yellow paper, and the entire yellow paper was dyed scarlet red by the blood.
As the blood overflowed, the corpse began to twitch crazily, as if it were a living person falling into the water, struggling and resisting desperately in order not to be drowned.
The force of the body being torn apart became more and more violent.
The action of the ghost hands sticking to the body is even more rough.
And the speed of ghost fungi covering is also faster.
When the intensity of the struggle reached a certain level, the corpse stretched out its limbs, froze, and returned to calm.
But the next moment, with a "hiss-" sound, the entire yellow paper was torn in half from the middle, and a turbid, bloodshot eye popped out.
"Crunch, crunch——"
The sound of bones being compressed sounded again, and the body that had been silent for a long time suddenly sat up from the ground.
The yellow paper, which had been soaked in blood and corpse water, was torn in half and fell aside.
At the same time, a pair of eyes without any emotion looked around quietly. This numb face seemed to have lost all human emotions, like a ghost that came to reality from hell.
"Am I still alive?"
A hoarse voice sounded, and Wen Zhong looked down at his body. It was exactly the same as before, with some changes, but it seemed that he had not changed.
From the outside, his skin has become darker and darker, but if you take a closer look, you will find that his body is now completely composed of ghost bacteria, at least his skin is like this.
The ghost hands hung on both sides of his body unusually quietly, and the ghost pupils embedded in the wounds between his eyebrows were not as restless as before, quietly observing the surrounding environment according to his will.
Wen Zhong's current state is very good, and it can no longer be described as good. Even his previous state after resurrecting for using the guillotine cannot compare to his current wonderful state.
"The current state is many times stronger than a simple supernatural balance. Even if I controlled four ghosts before, there would still be a risk of the ghosts reviving, but now."
Not only the ghost bacteria, but also the ghost hands, and even the ghost pupils. Now he doesn't have to worry about the ghost's recovery.
This is a stronger and more complete supernatural conflict.
He felt that his current state could be called a panic.
Of course, this state also has its flaws, for example, there is a faint smell of corpse on his body. Apart from these irreversible factors, other parts make him very satisfied.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong looked at the yellow letter paper that fell next to him.
The previous speculation about this yellow letter was wrong. He was able to achieve the death state mostly because of this yellow paper. Otherwise, he would have achieved it long ago when he came back from the dead in Da'an City.
Now it seems that the three generations of the Ye family told him at that time that the efficacy of this Hell-Sealing Sticker was still concealed. At least the ghost controller would not be destined to die if he got this Hell-Sealing Sticker.
"Now is not the time to think about these things. Where is the vampire? He must have killed No. 1." Wen Zhong ignored the sound of bones being compressed and stood up forcefully.
Then he looked around and saw that there was nothing in the cemetery. The old grave had returned to the way it was when he first came here, and the vampire with the big knife in his arms naturally disappeared.
Before Wen Zhong was wrapped up in this yellow paper letter, he saw with his own eyes that No. 1 was attacked by a ghost hidden in the cemetery. Now that the other party was nowhere to be seen, he was probably in danger.
At this moment, it suddenly started raining.
Wen Zhong looked up and saw a dark cloud covering the entire Baiyang Village.
