The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 66

"I also paid a terrible price for this...but I learned part of the secrets of the radio...and gained new power...that is enough power to avenge Chen Zhanluo..."

"Zizi... is enough to make me No. 1 in the supernatural circle... Only then did I understand... why Chen Zhanluo would do everything possible to get this radio..."

Wen Zhong was startled, and then sneered in his heart. The radio finally showed its fangs, and started to use power as bait to catch him. To be honest, it was quite old-fashioned.

"Zizi... I discovered it before... Only by using ghosts to control ghosts can the power of ghosts be brought into full play... Coincidentally, I have controlled two ghosts... I can use ghosts to control ghosts..."

"But I am human after all... If I use the power of a ghost too much... Even if I control two ghosts, I will still die... Zizi..."

"Zizi... I decided to use this radio as a medium to control the ghost in my body... No... originally this ghost was controlled by that radio... All I have to do is use the ghost The power... As for the risk of the ghost's recovery... this radio will bear it..."

"Next... I'm going to put the other two ghosts in my body together as a jigsaw puzzle on the ghost body... The ghost twister has been fused by the ghost body... Next is the ghost fungus... ghost pupils..."

Even though he knew that the radio had other plots, Wen Zhong couldn't help but listen attentively at this moment. The information revealed by the radio undoubtedly opened a new door for Wen Zhong.

"If I can make good use of this radio... then it will be easy to enter the strange state that restricts mourning ghosts... But I still have to pay attention... According to my current ability... I can enter this state for ten seconds at most a day... Zi Zi..."

This time, after the radio fell silent, there was no more movement, leaving only Wen Zhong to think and digest the information revealed by the radio.

"Use ghosts to control ghosts, I will control this radio, and then the radio will control other ghosts in my body, so that the power of ghosts can be maximized."

"Can it be done? No, even if it can be done, will I still be me at that time?" Wen Zhong's eyes flickered. The method mentioned on the radio can indeed be used as a reference. He really needs strength at the moment.

Not only to deal with the immediate crisis, but also the concept of Liangyi, Chen Zhanluo, the curse of the mental hospital, and even the removal of this weird radio all require sufficient strength to deal with it.

The funeral procession was still walking in the ghost forest, and no one noticed that Wen Zhong had unconsciously completed the "communication" with the radio...

"Zizi..."

"rustle……"

At this moment, the surrounding old trees seemed to be swaying gradually.

The rustling of leaves brought Wen Zhong back to reality, a cold and drowsy atmosphere surrounded him at some point, revealing an indescribable evil nature under the shroud of smog.

Even though there was no wind, there was a rustling sound in the woods. It sounded like someone was shaking the trunk on purpose, and the shaking was very regular, one after another.

"Something is wrong." Wen Zhong looked back subconsciously, but there was still a black mist behind him.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong opened his right hand and closed his eyes. This time he wanted to see the situation behind through the deep haze, but he couldn't see anything.

The vision was blocked, and the white awns of the ghost pupils could not penetrate the dark fog.

"This radio didn't mention the dangers that may be encountered on this path at all..." Wen Zhong frowned, he only felt a dangerous aura around him.

Soon, the surrounding old trees began to thin out, and the cold smog gradually invaded the dirt road from the woods on both sides, and the surrounding light became more and more dizzy because of the smog.

Wen Zhong continued along the dirt road.

That's when the exception finally appeared.

I saw that the dirt road ahead turned into a muddy red dirt road with a smell of blood on it. It seemed that a lot of blood had been spilled on the dirt road, forcibly turning the dirt road into a bloody road.

Wen Zhong frowned, because he found a line of striking footprints on the red mud road, extending forward, like old-fashioned canvas shoes.

"The span between each footprint is all equal. A living person cannot walk this kind of pace. It seems that a ghost has stepped on this path." Wen Zhong bent down, picked up a small handful of red mud and rubbed it, " It's very similar to the soil of that blood grave, could it be that the ghost from that grave came out?"

"Impossible, if that's the case, how could it go ahead of me, there is no fork in the road."

Wen Zhong suddenly realized that he forgot that this ghost forest was originally a huge ghost domain.

"If the one in front is really the ghost from that old grave..."

Thinking of Wen Zhong's heart sank, couldn't even the old tree with crooked neck and the group of funeral ghosts be able to restrain that terrifying ghost.

Wen Zhong continued to move forward. He intentionally avoided the footprints left by the ghost. The surrounding environment became more and more dizzy. Only the red mud road under his feet was still emitting a little red light, and the other places became pitch black. The sparse old trees now only have a vague outline left.

But for Wen Zhong, the darkness is not an obstacle, he can still see everything around him clearly by relying on the ghost pupil of his right hand.

Suddenly, Wen Zhong found that the footprints on the side of the road became more and more clear, which meant that he was not far away from the ghost.

He looked at the road ahead, as if it had no end, this red mud road was always there, like an endless promenade, and he couldn't see the end of this road.

No matter how he walked, there was always a winding red mud road ahead.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Wen Zhong paused, subconsciously raised his right hand and pointed it forward.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help taking a breath.

Wen Zhong saw a pair of legs wearing old-fashioned cloth shoes in front of him, raised his right hand slightly to look up, and a blood-colored old coat from the Republic of China came into view, and then a creepy scene appeared. The wounds on the head and neck were still bleeding.

A decapitated corpse stood in the middle of the red mud road, blocking Wen Zhong's way without moving.

The footprints on the red mud road only reached the feet of this decapitated corpse, and it seemed that the previous footprints were left by the other party.

Wen Zhong's expression was solemn, and the palm of his right hand was facing the ghost, but Guitong seemed to feel a kind of terrifying spiritual suppression. When he looked at the decapitated corpse, his vision became blurred, and even tears of blood flowed from his palm.

(End of this chapter)