The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 21 The Return
Wen Zhong looked at the nursing wristband that suddenly appeared on his wrist. He frowned and tried to take it off, but no matter how hard Wen Zhong tried, even if it was corroded by mold, it was useless. The wristband was still firmly tied to his wrist. superior.

Zhou Deng on the side also looked at the wristband on Wen Zhong's hand with surprise on his face. He also couldn't figure out why he was cursed by a ghost in the absolutely safe ghost domain.

"Hmph, it looks like some people are going to be unlucky." Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Paohui smiled coldly. Although he couldn't see the two people in the ghost domain, he saw two ghosts in white coats moving toward Moving forward, it is natural to know that someone has triggered the ghost's law of killing.

Finally, the two ghosts came close to Huangquan. Before Wen Zhong and Zhou Deng could react, the two ghosts raised their arms at the same time and swung them forward.

Hearing only a "click", Wen Zhong's Huangquan was broken open by these two ghosts.

The moment the ghost domain broke open, Wen Zhong only felt a tightness in his chest, and then his throat became hot, a lot of blood gushed out from his mouth, and the mold scattered around him also began to stir.

Seeing this, Zhou Deng hurriedly helped Wen Zhong up, and looked at the two menacing ghosts in front of him. Zhou Deng had nothing to do about it. In addition, the ghost domain was broken, and the sound of life-threatening footsteps gradually rang in the ears of the two of them. side echo.

The superposition of these two kinds of ghost killing patterns is really like a reminder.

Wen Zhong lifted his head and looked around slightly. The man in jeans had been stabbed into a sieve by countless bamboo sticks. The man with earphones was almost the same as himself. The shirt of the man in the shirt had turned scarlet. After struggling to support, only Zhou Deng and Pao Hui were relatively intact on the scene.

Zhou Deng was relatively well preserved because he was in Wen Zhong's ghost domain before, while Pao Huize completely relied on the totem tattoo on his back, and he didn't know what kind of supernatural power was attached to the totem. Slowly transforming into a real body, instead of Paohui, he endured the spiritual attack.

"Let go of me, Zhou Deng." Wen Zhong said bitterly: "Their target is me, you just need to resist the footsteps."

The sound of footsteps was like thunder, as if trampling on the heart, Zhou Deng didn't insist, he put down Wen Zhong, and walked slowly to Pao Hui's side, as if seeking shelter.

Two ghosts in white coats were standing in front of Wen Zhong at this moment, and their cloudy eyes were staring at Wen Zhong without any emotion, as if they were looking at a corpse.

Just when Wen Zhong closed his eyes and waited to die, the two ghosts suddenly turned around and walked towards Pao Hui.

"Damn it, why are you coming at me?" Pao Hui's face changed when he saw this. When he used the totem power to defend, he couldn't move himself.

Zhou Deng also vomited blood and fell to the ground at this moment, but there was a smile on his face: "The footsteps are really evil, don't you think so, Pao Hui."

At this moment, Pao Hui could only take care of Zhou Deng. Seeing the two ghosts getting closer and closer to him, he let out a low growl and helplessly dispelled the totem's defense. He bounced off the ground in an instant, turned around and ran into the nearby woods. middle.

Seeing this, the two ghosts in white coats quickly followed in, and the life-and-death crisis was resolved in this way.

"Damn it, I made you look down on me, Zhou." Although Zhou Deng was still spitting blood, the corners of his mouth kept rising.

Pao Hui might not know what happened, but the man in the shirt beside him could see it clearly.

It turned out that when Zhou Deng put down Wen Zhong, he had already used some kind of supernatural means to "steal" the nursing wristband on Wen Zhong's wrist abruptly. The wristband was secretly "returned" to Pao Hui, and the poor Pao Hui became Wen Zhong's scapegoat.

The sound of footsteps continued, but for the three people who survived, they were no longer desperate, because they saw that the lights of the bus that had been turned off were now shining again.

"Fight it!" Seeing this, Wen Zhong took a deep breath and started Huangquan again. The next moment, the three escaped from the crisis and appeared in the bus.

"It's dangerous, if you start it a little later, you might really fall down." The man in the shirt patted his chest and said with lingering fear.

"Help me." Zhou Deng stood up tremblingly, and the man in the shirt barely helped Wen Zhong, who was lying unconscious on the ground, to the seat.

"It's really thanks to him this time." The man in the shirt looked a bit complicated, "Li Gui has recovered to this extent, I hope he can survive it."

The car door was closed, and the ghosts who had gotten out of the car did not choose to return to the car. This was definitely a blessing among misfortunes for them. Although they knew there was no danger, they didn't want to sit with several time bombs when they were seriously injured. a car.

The bus began to accelerate slowly, and Zhou Deng glanced back again. The bodies of the two dead ghost riders gradually began to twitch. It seemed that with the death of the two, the ghosts they were driving also began to recover.

Finally, Zhou Deng saw three people standing in the middle of the road, they were the two ghosts in white coats, but the one in the middle had been replaced by Pao Hui. Pao Hui's eyes were dull and his mouth was drooling. He was still wearing the same clothes as the ghost in the hospital gown.

As the bus moved forward, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance...

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Wen Zhong opened his eyes, he just felt a splitting headache.

"It's not a good sign why I keep passing out all of a sudden recently." Wen Zhong rubbed his brows, suddenly he felt something was wrong, why he was lying on the bed by himself, still wearing the shirt man's white shirt.

"Yo, wake up."

Jian Wenzhong was sober, the man in the shirt got up from the seat next to him and walked over with a glass of water.

"You have been in a coma for a long time, and it took me a lot of effort to get you down." The shirt man Jian Wenzhong stared at his sportswear, and instantly understood what he was thinking, "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Yan Duo , you are seriously injured and you will die if you stay on the bus."

"But you don't have to worry about the ghost's recovery for the time being. That shirt can balance the ghost in your body. I took it off and put it on for you because you saved my life."

Wen Zhong glanced at him with some surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I won't pay you back if I wear it away?"

"I don't think you will." Yan Duo smiled and passed the water glass over, "After all, you saved my life in that situation, and the most important thing is that you are an Interpol."

"I have a lot of respect for Interpol."

Wen Zhong took a sip from the water glass, and didn't say anything else. He wasn't very interested in prying into other people's privacy, but he was still a little curious. Since this shirt can restrain the recovery of ghosts, why would he take the risk of getting on the bus again.

After getting up and getting dressed, Wen Zhong returned the ghost shirt (let's name it that way) to Yan Duo, then walked to the bathroom mirror, looked at the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror, Wen Zhong sighed.

The scars on the body have almost healed under the repair of the mold, but the traces of the mold erosion are still obvious, and there are even faint spots of corpses appearing in some places, and the scars left by tearing the skin are still very serious, but compared to the inside of the body It's pretty good for the situation.

After taking off his shirt, Wen Zhong could clearly feel that the problem of Li Gui's recovery popped up again, and it seemed that he still had to take that bus again.

Walking out of the bathroom, Yan Duo had already left at some point, Wen Zhong picked up the satellite phone and some cash on the table, glanced at the warm sunlight outside the window, turned and left the room.

(End of this chapter)