The Mysterious Resurrection

"Damn it, even if this door is made of gold, it should be opened by now!" Li Zhou's angry roar echoed in the corridor.

His face was covered with blood, and his eyes were a little dazed.

The face of the ghost master standing next to him, who looked like a dead person, was also full of anxiety at the moment.

They have tried their best to push the door, but the iron door in front of them is still motionless.

There seems to be something weird inside this iron door. Whenever they exert their strength, the iron door will always exert the same force to fight against them.

"Ahem, ahem, it's over. This door is probably a decoration or a trap, otherwise it would be impossible to smash it for so long without leaving a hole." Gong Sanbao shouted a little broken.

Just pushing a door, he even felt that the ghost in his body was about to lose control.

Now that he came back to his senses and thought about it, what he experienced in the hall was at most an appetizer. If nothing else happened, next year's today should be everyone's memorial day.

For some unknown reason, the front and back sides were completely plunged into darkness. They could only confirm that Wen Zhong and the others were still resisting the ghosts through the occasional screams or two from inside.

No.

There was only sound coming from the direction of the hall, and there was silence in front of the passage, and the harsh metal friction sound had stopped.

"There is no movement in front, that Wen Zhong won't run away by himself." A ghost master muttered in a low voice.

"You fart." The hot-tempered ghost master cursed back: "If he ran away, those ghosts would have rushed over. If you have time to talk nonsense, you might as well find a way to open the door."

After finishing speaking, the fiery ghost master clenched his fists and pounded on the iron door in front of him, until his fists became bloody and his finger bones were exposed.

"Squeak - squeak -"

The sound of rusty metal rubbing against each other suddenly sounded at this time, and the passage surrounded by darkness ahead was crowded with people, it seemed that a ferocious ghost would appear from it in the next moment.

Did Wen Zhong run away, or... was killed?
It's not just the fiery ghost master who thinks so, Lizhou Palace Sanbao and the rest of the people are also stunned.

"What do you all stop for, do you want to come over and fight against the ghost instead of me?"

In the darkness, Wen Zhong's voice came. Although his voice was a little weaker than before, it still pierced into everyone's hearts like a booster.

"Wen Zhong, think of a way, this door can't be opened at all." Gong Sanbao shouted solemnly.

Everyone's faces were more or less ashamed, Wen Zhong alone withstood all the ghosts in the passage ahead, but so many of them together couldn't even open a single iron door.

If things go on like this, once Wen Zhong still has the royal power and they can't hold on, and if the iron gate here is not opened, they will inevitably end up in the end.

At this moment, Wen Zhong's face was full of exhaustion, his clothes swelled up strangely, and one after another of pale and bloodless arms stretched out from it, which made one's hair stand on end.

During the supernatural confrontation, Wen Zhong discovered that the supernatural power displayed by these ghosts was quite strange, even terrifying.

This group of ghosts looks like scattered individuals, but in fact they are a complete whole.

Any spiritual attack on an individual will eventually be evenly distributed to the whole, just like a pebble thrown into the sea, without causing any waves.

This is also why guillotine attack fails.

The deadliest thing was that Wen Zhong didn't know how many ghosts were behind him. He could cut once, ten times, but not a hundred times.

He was sure that even if someone from the supernatural circle faced this group of ghosts in front of him, he would definitely be exhausted to death.

"I don't need to deal with you, so just use it for a while, just stay here obediently."

Wen Zhong didn't target the ghosts themselves, but the carts they were pushing in front of them.

Although these trolleys don't know the specific function, but these trolleys are different from the ghosts behind them, they are indeed scattered individuals.

This also means that there is a possibility of being blocked.

The premise is that Wen Zhong can fight three ghosts at the same time.

The distance between Li Gui and him was already very close. To be on the safe side, the choice he made was to use idealism to fight.

The ghost hand that can distort everything, combined with the ghost pupil spirit that can invade consciousness, forms a dangerous ghost that can distort consciousness.

This is a kind of supernatural attack that is almost idealistic. Even a powerful ghost master, if there is no defense against consciousness, he will be severely injured in an instant.

The superimposed spirit of several ghost hands, combined with the almost idealistic spirit attack, finally succeeded in stopping the three ghosts in the front.

However, this is only temporary.

He just stopped the other party temporarily, and when Wen Zhong couldn't hold on anymore, these ghosts would turn into life-threatening scythes again, brutally harvesting the lives of everyone present.

Although the situation on his side has been stabilized for the time being, Gong Sanbao's shouts from behind, as well as the occasional shrill howls from the direction of the hall, remind him that the current situation is still not optimistic.

Wen Zhong knew that if he had any reservations at this time, I'm afraid they would really be wiped out here.

"There is another way." Wen Zhong said in a deep voice: "This method is a bit dangerous. I need a medium to use it. Those who volunteer to act as the medium are now standing in front of the door."

Is there really a way?
Gong Sanbao's heart moved when he heard the words, but after hearing the danger, he took a step back unconsciously, and the others also subconsciously chose to stay away from the iron gate in front of him.

Only Li Zhou didn't move.

But this is not because Li Zhou has the awareness of self-sacrifice, but because he hit his head on the door too hard before, he didn't react for a while, and he was still dizzy.

But Wen Zhong didn't care about that.

Suddenly, a faint blue fluorescent light suddenly emerged from the darkness, and under everyone's gaze, it floated towards Li Zhou in an extremely weird trajectory.

The next moment, this blue fluorescent light quickly disappeared into Li Zhou's mind.

"Fuck me, Wen Zhong, what did you stuff into me..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Zhou rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

At the same time, he felt that there seemed to be an extra person beside him, and he seemed to be muttering something.

Li Zhou tried hard to hear clearly, but the harder he tried, the more fragmentary and blurred the voice became.

The sound seemed to be a curse, eating away at his consciousness.