Red light shines through the window and the room is dark and difficult to see. In such an environment,
The dark golden pupils like flowing golden water suddenly opened,
In an instant, it surpasses all colors and attracts people's attention.
That eye gives people a strange, strange, and extraordinary feeling.
Not only that, the golden lines spread from the eye sockets to cover half of the face,
Continuing down, golden lines appear on the neck, and there are even golden lines on one hand.
This golden color is noticeable in low-light settings.
That dark golden pupil stared at me, and the next moment the person disappeared from the place,
A black shadow occupied my field of vision, and a big hand with several golden lines on its palm was grabbing at me.
I took a step back to avoid it, pulled out the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau's gun from my waist and pointed it at him.
"There are talisman bullets from the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau here. It won't be very pleasant if you get hit."
The man's eyes stayed on the gun and he said in a familiar manner: "This is Zheng Jin's gun. How can you have his gun?"
I put down the gun and said, "I mean no harm, Mr. Wang Zhi, a ghost hunting expert."
Wang Zhi considered me distrustfully, but the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau's gun and my words just now had some effect.
At least it gives me a chance to make it clear,
Wang Zhi is not in the right state now. He just failed to catch me and made himself breathless.
It is worth noting that the golden lines on half of the face are deeper and brighter.
"who are you?".
Alas....it's the problem again.
I took the trouble to copy it and showed the bronze horizontal sword: "I am Jingchi from Fulong Mountain and a disciple of Chongming Taoist Priest. This time I came to help the Four-Eyed Celestial Master and specially sent me the magic weapon... ."
Okay, okay, I talked a lot, including Zheng Jin and Lao Liao, to enhance my credibility.
After all, Wang Zhi is more troublesome and extraordinary than Lao Liao and Zheng Jin.
The golden lines on his body gave me an unpleasant feeling.
This is not the first time I have heard the name Wang Zhi. In the group that Erhu Taoist invited me to join, Wang Zhi, a ghost hunting expert, often bubbles up.
When Xiao Lingdang told what happened in Niuma Village, Wang Zhi immediately said he was coming.
In the end, he really came and was touched by me.
I had information about Erhu Taoist priests, Fulong Mountain, etc., and I used lies to dispel most of Wang Zhi's suspicions.
He took a deep breath and sat down on the ground as if he had given up all his strength.
Sitting cross-legged with difficulty, holding the strange seal with both hands.
The golden lines on half of his face dimmed and brightened as he breathed.
I frowned and looked at it. Wang Zhi seemed to be suppressing something with the help of these golden lines. I had a slight guess and asked:
"You have that fleshy face on your body?".
Wang Zhi maintained his seal and nodded.
Suddenly his expression froze, and the seals formed on his fingers spread out.
The golden lines that spread all over his body suddenly dimmed.
Until it disappeared, the dark golden eye returned to normal.
Wang Zhi rested his hands on the ground, sweat oozing out from his forehead.
The right side of his face, which was previously covered with golden lines, swelled after the lines disappeared.
The entire right side of his face became swollen, and the swollen tumors slowly formed into a face that looked like a roar.
Not only that, a fleshy face stood out on Wang Zhi's left shoulder as he held up his clothes.
Wang Zhi gritted his teeth and punched the ground hard, then sat up again and transformed his hands into magic seals.
The dark golden pupil opened again, and dark golden lines emerged from under the skin, on the neck, arms, right face,
The newly proliferated sarcoma face seemed to have noticed something terrible, and the fleshy face twisted into a horrifying look.
With the golden lines completely emerging, the sarcoma face was flat and the bulging skin gradually returned to its original shape.
It was as if nothing strange had ever happened to that area of skin.
A minute later, Wang Zhi suppressed all the sarcoma on his body.
I observed the dark gold lines in amazement. It was the first time I saw such a thing.
With this thing, it can forcefully suppress the sarcoma face caused by the flesh ghost.
Wang Zhi is not simple.
Wang Zhi seemed to know that I was observing him and said calmly:
"If you have met Lao Liao, you will naturally know the weirdness of this fleshy face."
"Lao Liao did not escape, and several of his companions were also infected with this evil."
"Fortunately, I have the means to suppress this thing, so I wanted to explore it and find a way to deal with it, so I got it on purpose. I advise you to stay away from me. There is no way to get rid of this thing for the time being. It will keep growing."
Intentionally infected? , to be honest, I don’t really believe it,
You don't even know when this thing will be provoked. Did Wang Zhi take the initiative to provoke it?
Wang Zhi glanced at the golden lines on his hands: "Suppression is suppression after all...".
"Maybe I can get rid of this thing."
I don't hide it either.
At that time, Lao Liao had been eroded too deeply and there was nothing I could do.
But if Wang Zhi can suppress this thing and prevent himself from being corroded, he can be saved.
Wang Zhi raised his head in shock and didn't believe it: "You have a way to get rid of this fleshy face?".
"I'm talking about eradication, not digging up this kind of treatment that only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."
"It's eradication."
Wang Zhi stared at me for several seconds, then spread his seal and said, "Let you try it."
"At worst, I will continue to suppress it. It's just a little ominous."
"How should I cooperate with you?".
"Take off your clothes."
...Wang Zhi glanced at me with a slightly suspicious look, but finally he did it under my sincere gaze.
Wang Zhi is young, in his twenties, and with his casual attire, he looks like a naive college student.
After taking off his clothes, Wang Zhi's well-trained figure was exposed to the air.
There were many bruises, gunshot wounds, and scratches on his body.
His ID fell off when he was taking off his clothes. I picked it up from the ground and handed it to him:
"Expert from the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau...you are younger than Lao Liao...".
Wang Zhi is not arrogant and is very calm: "Experts' evaluations are not based on age or work experience. Ability determines the rating."
"Level 3 agents and level 2 agents are not suitable to come here. Level 1 agents like Lao Liao are at a loss. I, an expert, have to rely on others to save me now."
“Experts are nothing.”
After Wang Zhi unlocked the seal, the dark gold lines on his body were quickly hidden under his skin, and his sarcoma face lost its suppression and grew crazily.
Almost two sarcoma faces formed on Wang Zhi's face, swollen and ferocious at the same time.
My eyes narrowed, and I quickly peeled off the fleshy face, staring closely at the skin to find the real culprit.
Wang Zhi raised one eyelid and glanced at the sarcoma faces on the ground, and said with deep meaning:
"Your technique is extraordinary. You can remove the fleshy face so quickly and painlessly. Even famous doctors would be dumbfounded."
"But don't worry, you are saving me. I shut up and didn't see anything. I, Wang Zhi, am not the one who beats up the chef after putting down the bowl."
"That's best."
