"I'm afraid, we can't leave even if we want to." After hearing Wen Zhong's warning words, Yuan Yingfei showed a wry smile on his face: "I wonder if you have heard of the supernatural bus."
Wen Zhong nodded after hearing this.
Naturally, he had heard about the bus that could suppress the ghosts from the headquarters, and even had the idea of getting on the bus to find out. However, due to various things, he had not had the chance to get on the bus until now.
He didn't expect that the people in front of him were from that weird bus.
However, this reason was not sufficient, but it still allowed Wen Zhong to dispel some of his doubts.
Yuan Yingfei seemed to be able to see Wen Zhong's doubts, so he continued: "The bus has stalled now. The evil ghost who was originally on the bus has no restraints and has started killing people wantonly. Now it is a dead end for him to stay there."
"So in order to survive, we had to leave the bus temporarily and find a relatively safe place to wait for the bus to restart."
As he said that, Yuan Yingfei glanced at Li Tianjie beside him. Most of them followed Li Tianjie and ran here.
In fact, if someone hadn't recognized Li Tianjie's identity as an escape expert, most of them probably wouldn't have chosen to come here to hide.
Especially after seeing this weird mass grave and dark building, their desire to leave became even stronger.
After all, most of them had only controlled one ghost, and they were very close to the ghost's resurrection. If they approached such an obviously abnormal place at this time, they would undoubtedly be seeking death.
At that moment, two people began to whisper quietly.
I don't know what they said, but while the attention of the people around them was focused on Yuan Yingfei, the two of them turned and walked towards the old forest next to the mass grave.
Naturally, other people did not notice the actions of these two people. After all, they did not know each other. At best, they were just miserable people who got on the bus together to make a living.
Wen Zhong naturally noticed their little moves, but he did not stop them. What they wanted to do and where they wanted to go were all their own business. This was their freedom.
"Captain Wen, how are you?"
Yuan Yingfei also glanced behind him. He was too lazy to care about the people who left the team without permission.
"Whatever happens, you are free to decide where you want to go. What I just said is just a reminder."
Wen Zhong shrugged and said: "It's just that I don't need help. Likewise, if you hinder me or do something that may threaten me, then I will kill all of you as soon as possible."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions on everyone's faces were a little ugly.
Immediately, a ghost controller walked towards Wen Zhong with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.
"Damn it, you said you're fat and you're out of breath, yet you still want to kill all of us? Let me kill you first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on the man's face immediately became extremely ferocious, and his skin turned green and purple, and he rushed towards Wen Zhong.
The distance between the two people shortened rapidly.
However, the moment the man came into contact with Wen Zhong's body, he suddenly stopped. Instead, his body was shaking constantly, as if his whole body was cramping.
"Click, click-"
The others didn't understand what happened, but they heard a series of sounds of bones being broken and crushed coming from the man.
Soon, under the gaze of everyone, the man's body was forcibly twisted into a slender hemp rope. At this time, the man was still breathing, like a headless snake, squirming and struggling.
But this struggle is doomed to be in vain.
Wen Zhong just raised his hand expressionlessly, grabbed the hemp rope in his hand, and then threw it away.
"Hey, what a ruthless method." Yuan Yingfei looked on and even took a breath of cold air unconsciously.
The gap is too big. This is the gap between captain-level ghost masters and ordinary ghost masters.
When he first heard about this so-called captain's plan, he even suspected that the headquarters was crazy and actually set up a target for others to hit. But now he realized that the so-called captain was so powerful.
"It's feasible. The captain's plan is feasible and must be done."
Yuan Yingfei vigorously picked up the browned toothpick in the corner of his mouth, and made up his mind to push forward this so-called captain plan no matter what he did when he returned to the headquarters this time.
Of course, the premise is that he cannot die here.
"Does anyone else want to try?"
Wen Zhong glanced around and found that no ghost master dared to challenge him again, and no one even dared to look at him.
Want to try with you again? What a joke, even if Wen Zhong can be killed, I'm afraid they will lose most of them. What's more, they are just here for refuge, not to die.
After mentally mourning for the extremely stubborn ghost controller, everyone chose to shut up. After seeing this scene, Wen Zhong was too lazy to say anything more and turned around and walked towards the mental care center.
The others were still waiting and watching, but when they saw Yuan Yingfei walking towards the mental care center, they finally gritted their teeth and chose to follow.
While walking, Yuan Yingfei discovered that Li Tianjie, who was originally walking at the front of the team, disappeared at some point. Looking around, he was also nowhere to be seen.
"No wonder, I haven't heard him speak this whole time, but even he ran away. Does this mean that entering this weird building was a mistake."
Yuan Yingfei thought silently in his heart, and soon he came to the gate.
This was a rusty iron door, exuding a strong smell of rust and an unmistakable smell of blood. Other than that, there was nothing unusual about it.
Wen Zhong was standing in front of the iron door. He reached out and touched the door panel. It was very cold, and at the same time a heavy feeling came over him.
"Captain Wen, do you need my help?" Yuan Yingfei also put his hand on the iron door. He tried to push it open, but the iron door did not move at all, as if it was integrated with the entire space.
"Just call me Wen Zhong. I just open the door. No help is needed."
As Wen Zhong spoke, a crack appeared in the palm of the pale ghost hand, and a turbid and bloodshot eyeball popped out of it.
Immediately afterwards, he pressed his palm tightly against the iron door again, and soon a deep mold stain appeared on the back of his hand. Countless mold broke away from the flesh and slowly covered the door panel.
"boom--"
With a dull sound, the iron door that originally looked very solid was pushed open by Wen Zhong.
