The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 16 Pain
Comparing the memory and the floor plan, Wen Zhong quickly came to the non-existent door.

"How is this possible." Wen Zhong was quite sure that this was the gate, but now it has turned into a wall, he gritted his teeth, and thought to himself: It seems that the so-called admission ticket is used here.

"Damn it, it's time to waste again." Seeing this, Wen Zhong had no choice but to go back to get the admission ticket, but at this moment, there was a bloody smell coming from behind Wen Zhong, and a door suddenly appeared.

Looking at the door that suddenly appeared, Wen Zhong frowned, but finally he stepped in.

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Zhang Zhiqing was about to go crazy, he clearly saw that Li Mu had fallen to his death, but the next moment another Li Mu appeared from behind him and greeted him with a smile.

Is this a dream, or is it that he has gone crazy and has hallucinations, so he can only run away desperately.

"Pa-ta... Pa-ta... Pa-ta..." There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind Zhang Zhiqing, Zhang Zhiqing stopped immediately when he saw this, he glanced at the tombstone next to him, shrunk his body and hid behind.

In the panic, he accidentally dropped his glasses on the ground, but it was too late to pick them up, so he could only curl up as much as possible, praying that no one would find him.

"Why are there glasses here?" A voice suddenly said.

"It seems to belong to Zhiqing." Another voice responded.

"Is he around here?" A third voice also came out.

The voice seemed to be Fang Dezhao, Gu He, and Prince Huang. Could it be that the three of them met?
Zhang Zhiqing was overjoyed and just wanted to go out, but when he thought of the scene he had just seen, his fiery heart was instantly extinguished.

What if the three of them are also ghosts?
The sound of footsteps did not dissipate for a long time, Zhang Zhiqing curled up and began to tremble non-stop. In a trance, he thought of his hometown and his parents. It would be great if he didn't come to school here, if he didn't promise Fang Dezhao It would be nice to go out.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps disappeared, and Zhang Zhiqing raised his head tremblingly, only to see three pairs of fierce eyes staring at him...

Are you going to die?

His mind was blank, and his blurred eyes could no longer see clearly what was in front of him, but he could still find out from his feeling that the person staring at him at this moment was definitely not a living person.

Forget it.

Zhang Zhiqing closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the god of death to come. He didn't see anything for a long time. He opened one eye and narrowed his eyes to look up. Fang Dezhao and the other three had disappeared, replaced by another familiar face.

"Wen, Wen Zhong?"

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Wen Zhong held the glasses in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to Zhang Zhiqing.

"You, are you really Wen Zhong?" He didn't dare to hold the outstretched hand, for fear that the person in front of him would also change from a ghost.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Wen Zhong seemed to see through what Zhang Zhiqing was thinking, and comforted him: "I know what happened, come with me."

Zhang Zhiqing's eyes turned red when he heard the words, recalling the past, he couldn't help lowering his head in shame: "Thank you, I'm really sorry."

Standing up to take the glasses, Zhang Zhiqing took a deep breath. The first thing he decided to do when he went out was to buy a train ticket to go back to his hometown. He would never return to Da'an again, so let it all become a dream.

However, is Wen Zhong's hair so long?

Zhang Zhiqing put on his glasses, and was instantly struck by lightning. The person in front of him was Wen Zhong, but it was clearly a female ghost with blood on his face and disheveled hair, and a pair of white eyes staring at him firmly.

"It's okay, I forgive you." The female ghost in front of her opened her mouth and said, and the voice clearly belonged to Wen Zhong.

This was the last sentence Zhang Zhiqing heard, and the surroundings returned to calm after a scream.

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"What sound?" Wen Zhong looked towards the front of the corridor, "It seems to be Zhang Zhiqing, is he right in front?"

This is a ridiculously long corridor. Ever since Wen Zhong walked in, he was surrounded by identical tombstones. If he didn't look back occasionally to check, he almost thought he was just standing still.

Wen Zhong ran all the way in the direction of the mourning sound, and suddenly he saw a black figure lying motionless on the ground in front of him.

Taking a closer look, it was Zhang Zhiqing who was screaming just now. At this moment, his mouth was wide open, his eye sockets were cracked, his two eyeballs were slightly protruding, and his face was blue, as if he had seen something terrifying before he died.

Wen Zhong couldn't care less about emotion, and quickly searched his pocket, and sure enough, there was a ticket for the haunted house inside.

"Rest in peace Zhiqing, I will take you out of here." Wen Zhong sighed, death is like a lamp going out, even if the relationship is not good at ordinary times, Wen Zhong doesn't want to say anything at this moment.

He kept the admission ticket. If Li Gui's killing pattern is really what he guessed, it will kill people who hold the entrance ticket to the haunted house, then he will also be targeted by Li Gui.

After setting up Zhang Zhiqing's body, Wen Zhong continued to walk forward, Li Gui would come to the door at any time, and the rest of the people were still missing, so he had to hurry up.

Suddenly he felt a cold behind his ears, and a gust of wind blew past him, he couldn't help shivering.

Wait, how can there be wind in here?
"It's not right!" Wen Zhong turned around abruptly.

Then there was a scene that surprised him, Zhang Zhiqing was standing not far behind him, rushing towards him, his expression was ferocious, and he seemed to be unwilling to die.

"What's going on, have you become a ghost slave?" Wen Zhong thought carefully about the information on the website.

Ghost slave is that every ghost that can only use the ghost domain has an ability, that is to turn the dead into ghost slaves. Ghost slaves are irrational and completely obey the ghost master. Relationships can be regarded as a different kind of ghost.

The skin on the back of Wen Zhong's hand suddenly burst open, and gray-white mold accompanied by blood covered the whole hand tightly.

Although the ghost slave is not a real ghost, it is also not something that ordinary people can handle, because only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

"Drink!"

Wen Zhong yelled, and immediately raised his hand to strangle Zhang Zhiqing's neck.

Immediately, the mold attached to the arm seemed to have life, and along Wen Zhong's palm, it slowly climbed from Zhang Zhiqing's neck to his face, and his entire face seemed to be watered by aqua regia Generally severely corroded.

Then Zhang Zhiqing was like a puppet with broken strings, being held in Wen Zhongti's hands without moving.

"Damn it, it hurts so much."

Wen Zhong's eyes were a little gloomy, and the mold covering Zhang Zhiqing's body slowly squirmed, sinking into the flesh of Wen Zhong's arm bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)