The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 53
Chen Zhifu was in doubt at the moment, now he was the only one standing here, and Wen Zhong, who had put all his hopes on him, had fallen to the ground, and the smog around him was getting thicker, and he could hardly see clearly what was standing in the distance. The two ghosts.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen, are you still alive?" Chen Zhifu couldn't care less about the loud shouts at this time, he really hoped that Wen Zhong could give him a response.

Suddenly a faint white light lit up. Even though there was a thick fog, this strange light still illuminated the entire area. Different from the gloomy white light haunted domain of mourning ghosts, this light seemed to contain something more strange. the power of.

Chen Zhifu only felt that his whole body was seen through from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

"This is..." Chen Zhifu saw a trace of cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

At this moment, something even weirder happened. A gray-white mold tore through the skin and covered Wen Zhong's body, like a silk cocoon, or a coffin wrapping his body.

Then the moldy cocoon began to tremble, and suddenly stretched out a pale arm, tightly clasped the cocoon layer, and the nails kept tearing on the moldy cocoon, as if the person in the cocoon was trying to struggle out of trouble with great strength.

The strength of one hand seemed to be insufficient, and soon, the other arm stretched out from the moldy cocoon, and it also held the cocoon tightly. The two hands seemed to be overstretched, and they looked very stiff.

"Mr. Wen, is he still alive?" Chen Zhifu was a little surprised, but it soon turned into panic, because he found that there were actually two right hands sticking out of the cocoon.

Because the surrounding smog had lightened a lot, he recognized at a glance that the two pale palms outstretched belonged to the right hand, and the living person only had one right hand.

What is inside that moldy cocoon?
As the two arms stretched out, Chen Zhifu gradually saw clearly that the white light came from the palm of one of the right hands, and the white light gradually began to wriggle in the haze of ghosts, trying to spill out towards the surroundings.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Chen Zhifu always felt that this white light was like the outline of a person, like Wen Zhong's, or another stranger's.

The cold white light continued to spread towards the surroundings, and he felt a sense of suffocation, as if the surrounding air had been sucked away by the moldy cocoon.

As time passed, this feeling became more and more serious.

The spread of white light seemed to carry incomprehensible supernatural power, and the sides of Xisanggui and Hangsanggui were also illuminated, while the mutation in the mold cocoon continued.

There was another sound of flesh being torn, followed by the sound of bones being crushed from the moldy cocoon, and then blood began to ooze out from the wall of the cocoon, the blood was scarlet and viscous, mixed with The musty smell quickly covered the entire mold cocoon.

The entire mold cocoon seemed to be soaked in fresh blood, and the sticky blood remained on it, like a layer of red paint, the color was bright and somewhat abnormal.

The blood was still seeping incessantly, and the surrounding fallen leaves were also stained red with blood, dripping on the ground to form a small puddle of blood.

The amount of bleeding has exceeded the lethal amount of a normal person, and it seems that it has no intention of stopping. The blood even began to spread, and the color gradually deepened.

Seeing this horrific scene, Chen Zhifu felt his stomach churn, he had no choice but to cover his mouth, two ghosts, Xi Mian and Hang Mian, were still standing not far away, he could only restrain his emotions as much as possible Behavior.

At this moment, with a tearing sound, two more arms stretched out from the cocoon.

One of the arms seemed to be stirred by a blender, showing a weird twist, while the other arm was bloody, and the flesh of the entire arm had been torn by something, exposing the white bones.

Chen Zhifu found that the two arms outstretched this time corresponded to the two right hands before, which were two left hands.

Could it be that there are two people in this moldy cocoon, no, two ghosts?

Chen Zhifu shuddered, once the two ghosts escaped from the moldy cocoon, there would be four ghosts here in an instant. Thinking of this, his legs couldn't help but go limp, and he fell to the ground, his eyes were ashen There is no brilliance.

At this moment, he wished that he hadn't come to the western suburbs, and even if he came, he shouldn't have brought his grandson with him. Regret, regret, but there is no medicine for regret in this world.

At this time, the four arms were firmly held together, as if two ghosts in a cocoon were clashing, the sound of flesh tearing and bone breaking was constantly rising and falling.

Under the illumination of the white light and the background of the blood, this scene looked extraordinarily weird.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zhifu finally vomited out. His four arms were bloody and his bones were exposed. The blood was scattered out along with the mold. The smell of blood and mildew kept impacting Chen Zhifu's brain.

"Zizizi...zizizi...zizizi..."!
"Why, why are there more..." Chen Zhifu stared blankly at the mold cocoon, and a strange electric sound of an old-fashioned radio came from there, "How many ghosts are there...haha..."

From the ghost forest and the weird smog at the beginning, to the red and white mourning ghosts and mourning ghosts, to all kinds of supernatural phenomena now, Chen Zhifu's nerves have been stretched to the limit, and he closed his eyes. Eyes, is it a relief to die in such a ghostly place?

But when he thought of Chen Yanyun, a tinge of color began to appear in his desperate heart. Yes, he was relieved after his death, but what about his grandson.

The supernatural phenomenon continued, the electric sound of the radio gradually began to elongate and change pitch, from the initial sizzle sound to a scream, a kind of mournful howl, this sound was a bit like Wen Zhong, but with It looks a little strange, and the people who listen to it are horrified.

Finally, after a rapid roar, everything returned to calm. Chen Zhifu opened his eyes cautiously. He was afraid that he would see something weird after opening his eyes.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing in front of him, and the surroundings were quiet. Even the smog in the ghost forest had eased a lot, and even the suffocating feeling had disappeared.

Not far away, the two ghosts, Xisang and Hangsang, were still standing in place. What happened just now didn't affect these two ghosts, not even a single bit.

After confirming that the two ghosts hadn't moved, Chen Zhifu carefully looked at the cocoon. After just one glance, his heart tightened unconsciously, and he saw that the cocoon was torn into two. But the people inside disappeared.

"Wen, Mr. Wen..." Chen Zhifu's voice trembled, he didn't know whether the thing inside was a human or...a ghost?

(End of this chapter)