The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 100 Inhumans
"Wen Zhong, are you still alive?" Wang Muyou looked at Wen Zhong who was standing in the middle of the room, and asked with some concern.

"For the time being... still can't die..."

At this time, the gray light of the ghost domain dissipated, and the whole room became dark again. Wen Zhong just stood there without moving, and the ghost pupils between his eyebrows had already closed with the squirming of the flesh.

His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead like rain. He felt as if his whole body was being pricked by needles, and he couldn't even move a finger. The noise of electrical currents filled his mind and stimulated his nerves.

Taking a closer look, Wen Zhong's bare skin was covered with strange gray-white palm prints, covered with a thin layer of squirming fluff, and the blood was also mixed with the bluish-yellow unknown liquid along his body. Drop by drop on the ground.

Fang Diyuan was also not much better, his right hand was showing a weird twist, and the dark curse had slowly climbed up along his arm.

What's even more strange is that the darkness around him seems to be alive, rushing towards his body crazily, as if trying to merge with him, eroding his body rapidly,

Half of Fang Diyuan's handsome face has been soaked in black, and a line of blood separates the left and right sides. The normal left half of his face is full of pain, while the dark right half of his face shows a cruel and weird smile. .

The next moment, the darkness completely covered Fang Diyuan's figure, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

All this happened so fast, Wang Muyou didn't have time to stop it, Fang Diyuan was dragged into the darkness, he gritted his teeth and glanced at Wen Zhong who was still standing there, and quickly took out the dagger in his arms Run to the place where Fang Diyuan disappeared.

"Damn...don't go there...it's a trap..."

Wen Zhong's body trembled, and it took him a long time to force himself to spit out these words intermittently from his mouth. The battle with Chu Du seemed short, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. His current state can be said to be on the verge of revival of the ghost.

About 10 minutes had passed since Wang Muyou rushed into the darkness with a knife, during which time it was very quiet, without any sound, and the darkness seemed to isolate everything.

Wen Zhong wanted to call the two of them, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't say a word.

Then he tried to use the ghost pupil to peek several times, but since splicing with the ghost fungus, the ghost pupil seemed to have a cataract, and he couldn't see clearly the situation inside through the darkness.

And his own state is also extremely poor, the balance has been broken, and he is now on the verge of revival of the ghost.

Wen Zhong didn't take the initiative to take back Huangquan just now, but he really couldn't hold it anymore, if he used Li Gui's power again, I'm afraid he would really recover.

The most deadly thing is that when he killed Chu Du just now, he used the power of that radio for the third time. At this time, there was a constant sound of electricity in his mind, stimulating his nerves like a reminder.

Borrowing the power of the radio is like borrowing a high-interest usury loan. It can only solve the urgent need. If it cannot be repaid in the future, the end after that may be more terrifying than death.

"Damn it, if I don't think of a way, I'm afraid I will really be killed by this ghost."

At this moment, Wen Zhong suddenly thought of something, the flesh on his forehead was torn again, and the ghost pupil appeared together with the dead gray light.

The ghost domain reappeared, but this time the target covered by the ghost domain was himself.

"I tried to peek at myself with ghost pupils before, but I didn't find anything. Now that I think about it, this horrible corpse and that weird radio are probably in a deeper ghost realm like that balloon ghost."

Now he wants to use the two layers of ghost domain to peek into himself and find the spiritual source of this radio. Of course, the biggest purpose is to control the ghost in his body.

Now the spiritual balance in his body has been broken, and he urgently needs to re-control the second ghost to achieve a new balance. Looking around, there is no ghost around who can better meet his conditions than this ghost corpse in his body.

Wen Zhong is not sure if he can succeed, or even he may be controlled by this radio in turn, after all, controlling a ghost is not something that can be done with just a few words.

Before he was able to control the newborn ghost fungus, it was all because of the radio and a little luck, otherwise he would be dead now.

Wen Zhong reluctantly used two layers of ghost domains to wrap his body. Under the peeping of ghost pupils, he found that his body was actually highly necrotic, and his ability to live until now was entirely dependent on the support of supernatural power.

Then his gaze continued to sink along with the ghost domain, and a vague outline of the radio appeared in his sight.

"It has reached the limit, but I still haven't seen the ghost. Does this mean that it is in a deeper ghost realm?"

Wen Zhong's heart sank, he didn't expect the radio to be inferior to the ghost corpse at the level of the ghost domain, but the most important thing is that this also means that his plan to control the ghost corpse has gone bankrupt.

Just when Wen Zhong was about to invade the ghost domain where the radio in his body was located, the electric sound echoing in his mind was connected in series again.

It's just that this time it's not a series of words, but a shrill scream. The mournful voice seems to be the wailing of a dying person. The hammer hit the general, and fell straight down.

Just when Wen Zhong lost his consciousness and his mind was in a daze, the tomb made of ghost fungi suddenly moved twice, as if the person lying inside was about to come out of it.

Chu Du is still alive!

The moment he saw this scene, this terrifying thought involuntarily appeared in Wen Zhong's mind.

Because the ghost masters who died before and the ghosts in their bodies were all suppressed by this weird Ping An Inn, so he took it for granted that Chu Du was dead.

But is this really the case?
Wen Zhong reluctantly turned his eyes to look at the darkness on the other side. Fang Diyuan undoubtedly recovered from the ghost, and Wang Muyou has not moved at all so far.

Could it be that the ghost master died in this place and the ghosts in his body would not be suppressed?

The tomb bag made of ghost fungi trembled a few times and then returned to calm, as if the ghost lying in the tomb bag was suppressed again.

However, all this has little to do with Wen Zhong anymore, he has no spare energy to take care of other things.

The wailing sound still reverberated in his mind. This sound was very similar to that of the ghost head controlled by Chu Du, but after listening carefully, many differences could be found, which might be called a degraded version.

"and many more."

Wen Zhong suddenly thought of something again. He still remembered that when he first stepped here, he saw a scarlet candle in his hand, and the green candlelight from that candle could even block the invasion of his own ghost domain.

But Chu Du's candle had already been buried in the grave, but Wen Zhong himself had another one, although he didn't know if it was the same kind of candle, but now he had no choice.

(End of this chapter)