"boom--"
With a dull sound of hitting the ground, Wen Zhong could feel his body being hit hard on a wet and muddy ground.
Chaos, weakness, and all kinds of negative feelings were eroding his body all the time, while Wen Zhong's half-open eyes were staring aimlessly at a weed not far away.
However, he was clearly watching, but his pupils were not focused, and his eyes were deathly gray, as if his consciousness had been withdrawn from his body.
If the body wasn't still twitching slightly, anyone who saw it would probably think it was a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
The rain kept dripping.
Time is passing slowly.
One minute passed, two minutes passed...
I don't know how much time passed, but Wen Zhong's eyes suddenly brightened, followed by a sharp and heartbreaking pain and greedy and rapid breathing.
"Didn't I fall into the darkness... This is not the ruined temple, nor is it Qingchen Mountain... Where is this..."
My head hurts and my whole body is very numb.
It was as if his brain had been cut into several pieces by a machete. Wen Zhong felt that he couldn't even open and close his mouth freely.
Fortunately, the ghost he controlled was dead, and even though his body was so weak, there was still no change.
"Damn, what happened..."
After lying on the muddy and wet ground to recover for a short while, Wen Zhong took a few deep breaths and struggled to get up from the muddy ground.
His body is very weak, but for him now, these are not the priorities to think about and deal with.
Because Wen Zhong clearly remembered that he fell into the darkness and saw his second uncle in the darkness.
"Why did the second uncle appear there? Does the supernatural event that happened in the ruined temple have anything to do with him? Is he also a ghost controller? Wait, something seems wrong..."
A series of questions emerged in Wen Zhong's mind.
He was trying to recall everything that had just happened and every bit of information about his second uncle.
But whether it was because of the pain, Wen Zhong's memory of before he became a ghost controller was very vague, as if a layer of white mist had covered his memory.
This feeling was very indescribable and caused him great pain.
While thinking, Wen Zhong tried hard to control his body and wandered to the old tree nearest to him.
Look around at the scenery.
He was now in a dark old forest, and there were several clearly visible ruts not far from where he fell, spreading towards the depths of the old forest.
"Where is this place? Why does it look like I was thrown out of that rickshaw on the way, but what happened to those things that happened on Qingchen Mountain just now..."
Wen Zhong looked at the ruts spreading in the distance, the expression on his face seemed a little gloomy.
"Is it a dream? I once saw a ranking of ghosts on a special website. I remember that the ghost ranked second was...a nightmare. What happened just now could be related to it."
The second-ranked ghost on the list of ghosts, Nightmare, can make living people die in their dreams. The killing pattern and movement trajectory are temporarily unknown. It belongs to the spiritual type of ghost. The headquarters currently defines it as level A.
If this terrifying ghost attacked him, it would make sense.
"In other words, everything I experienced just now was a dream, but how is this possible? If the nightmare wants to kill someone, the target must first be asleep, but I have always stayed awake."
"Is it possible that the nightmare has been controlled by someone..."
When he thought of this, Wen Zhong's expression couldn't help but become a little solemn.
This attack was probably the same as before. It was an attack on him by another ghost master who participated in the ceremony.
Once he falls asleep, the attacks of this invading consciousness will probably hit him one after another. If he cannot resist it, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Before completing the third stage of the ritual, it seems that I will not be able to sleep peacefully, unless I can find the person in advance and successfully kill him."
No matter what the purpose of this person was, after targeting him several times, they were already in a fight to the death.
Just when Wen Zhong felt that he had almost recovered and was about to continue on the road along the ruts, a mocking voice suddenly came from the depths of the old forest.
"Nightmare, you really know how to make connections."
Immediately afterwards, a vague figure appeared in the shadows deep in the old forest, approaching him quickly.
The next moment, a tall and tall man appeared in Wen Zhong's sight.
Hanging on his chest was a mask that Wen Zhong was very familiar with, but it was obscured by a strange shadow, making it difficult to see the specific number.
When Wen Zhong saw this, his expression suddenly changed.
He could feel how dangerous this person hiding in the shadows was. Among the ghost masters he had ever seen, perhaps only Chen Zhanluo, who was designated as the team leader, could rival him.
"The person in charge of Da'an City, Wen Zhong." The man said slowly: "I didn't expect that we would have a chance to meet again."
Wen Zhong didn't speak, just stared at the man in front of him. He could feel a familiar feeling from the other man, but at the same time, he was very sure that he had never seen him before.
"Don't be so nervous. I won't do anything today. There are many secrets in you, and I want to dig them out slowly." The man spoke very slowly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"However, you are really good. You can take away my important things several times. When the time comes, I will get it back twice as well. Just be prepared."
After saying that, the man ignored Wen Zhong's somewhat surprised look and turned around and walked towards the depths of the old forest.
"Wait a minute." Wen Zhong stared at the man's back and shouted with difficulty, "Who are you!"
"Name?" The man's voice floated from the depths of the old forest.
"It's okay not to mention my former name. Remember that I am now called Yan Huanchao. The next time you hear this name, it will be your death."
"Just look forward to it."
As the sound came, the figure of Yan Returning to the Nest was also submerged in the depths of the old forest. Only Wen Zhong was left leaning on the old tree and thinking carefully about the name Yan Returning to the Nest.
moment.
He stopped worrying and looked up carefully at the direction where the ruts were spreading.
Immediately, a deep and dead gray light lit up, and Wen Zhong's figure disappeared from the place.
This old forest became peaceful again, and the ruts on the muddy road also disappeared with Wen Zhong, and were gradually washed away by the rain. Only the weeds on the roadside witnessed what had happened here.
