The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 65 Radio

With the breaking of the soul-calling banner, Wen Zhong's body regained consciousness in an instant. He wanted to open the ghost domain, but in front of this crooked-necked old tree, the ghost domain he could use was suppressed to the limit again.

Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, raised his right hand instantly, and then a chilly white light bloomed from his palm, and the surrounding space couldn't help but become slightly distorted under the light of this white light.

The white light instantly illuminated the open space, and the next moment Wen Zhong's figure disappeared in place, and then appeared on the only remaining dirt road on the other side of the open space.

Wen Zhong looked at the deep darkness in front of the dirt road, without much hesitation, raised his feet and galloped forward.

Strangely, the old tree with crooked neck and the group of funeral ghosts did not move at all. It seemed that they were still in a stalemate with each other. The old grave was silent, and the scarlet soil was spread on the ground. It is an old grave.

At this moment, the small road was silent except for the sound of his footsteps. Wen Zhong looked back slightly, and the road he passed was gradually covered by a layer of black smog.

And the road ahead gradually became winding and winding, extending toward the depths of the old forest, seemingly without end.

"Although the weird old tree with crooked neck is the core of this ghost forest, according to the radio and the observation of ghost pupils, it seems that it is very incomplete, and only a tree shell remains."

"However, the radio didn't say anything about the grave, and I feel that the blood grave is far more dangerous than this old crooked-neck tree that hasn't fully invaded, and seeing the tree take root on the grave, it is also considered A different kind of puzzle."

Wen Zhong only felt that his supernatural level was too low, even if many things were put in front of him, he couldn't analyze the reason at all.

"According to the radio, if you want to escape from here, you have to destroy a stone tablet." Wen Zhong frowned when he thought of this, and then looked down at his abdomen.

Should he trust this weird radio?

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Time turns back a moment.

At this time, Wen Zhong was forced to walk at the end of the group of funeral ghosts with a serious face, beside him were Min Qing with a face full of horror and Chen Yanyun with his eyes closed.

I don't know how long it has been since they were taken away by this group of funeral ghosts. This group of ghosts has been walking in this ghost forest. I don't know what purpose they have.

On the way, Wen Zhong's expression can only be described as wonderful. It can be said that he has seen countless ghosts, some of which are not as terrifying as the three ghosts including Xi Sanggui.

As for the living people, Wen Zhong didn't see them, no, maybe he saw them too, but it's hard to tell them apart with naked eyes alone.

The ghost in Wen Zhong's body was not suppressed, but he couldn't use the power of the ghost. This feeling was very strange, as if his consciousness and body were completely separated.

"Zizi...Zizi...Zizi..."

At this moment, a burst of electric current suddenly sounded in Wen Zhong's mind.

Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Although the radio had saved him, it revealed a strange feeling from the beginning to the end. After going through that weird dream, Wen Zhong was sure that the other party had no good intentions.

Even, maybe this radio is what Chen Zhanluo wants to take away from him.

"What are you, a prop, or a ghost at all." Wen Zhong said silently in his heart, he was really not sure, but the next moment, Wen Zhong's eyes changed from fear to consternation.

"Zizi...my name is Wen Zhong...when you hear this recording...I'm already dead...Zizi..."

"Zizi...Zizi...I have been trapped in this ghost forest for a long time...Now I am left alone...Zizi..."

"Zizi...But I finally...Zizi...I survived...Zizi...haha...Zizi..."

Wen Zhong listened to the voice on the radio, his heart was cold, because he recognized it, it was clearly his own voice.

It's just that the way of pronunciation is very rigid, as if the artificial voice of a computer reads out word by word.

Ignoring Wen Zhong's astonishment, the radio continued to beep: "Zizi...I discovered this ghost forest before...Zizi...in fact, it didn't completely invade reality...Zizi..."

"But when I came to the center of this ghost forest, I realized... Zizi... the whole ghost forest is actually only one tree... Zizi..."

"There is only one tree?" Hearing this sentence, Wen Zhong seemed to have grasped something.

Then the radio paused, and continued to make a sound: "Zizi... That old tree with a crooked neck... Zizi... It's scary but it's also incomplete... Zizi

"I thought restricting it was the way to survive...Zizi...but I failed...Zizi..."

"Zizi...I died in the end...Zizi...Remember not to try to restrain that crooked old tree...Zizi..."

The sound came to an abrupt end, and Wen Zhong's scalp felt a little numb, but he couldn't say a word at the moment, and could only silently digest the news that the radio had just revealed in his heart.

"This radio can actually talk, and there are some contradictions in what it said, but these are not the most important. It chose this time to disclose this information to me. It is possible that it wants to mislead me."

After a while, Wen Zhong made up his mind that he must never trust this radio. All signs indicated that the other party was definitely not a kind person. If he could get out of the ghost forest alive this time, then he must find a way to get this radio out of his body. expulsion.

Just as Wen Zhong was thinking about how to get out, the radio suddenly started beeping again: "Zizi...my name is Wen Zhong...when you hear...zizi...this recording..."

"Zizi...I'm dead...Zizi..."

"Zizi... I chose to avoid this ghost tree this time... because there is still a road behind... The real way to survive is actually in the third open space... Zizi..."

"Zizi... As long as I destroy this incomplete stone tablet... I can get out alive... Zizi..."

The third open space?Incomplete stele?Wen Zhong was at a loss. If he still knew about the ghost tree before, what the radio revealed this time made Wen Zhong puzzled.

This time the radio was not silent, but continued to make noise: "Zizi...I don't trust the radio inside me...But I still choose to gamble for my life...Fortunately, I won the bet..."

　Push two books:

"Mysterious Recovery: Win He Yuelian at the beginning"

"Mysterious Recovery of Storm and Darkness"

My good friend Xiao Yang wrote it after get off work, and Wen Zhong made a cameo appearance in it, so please check it out when you have time.

　
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