The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 68
Wen Zhong's body was no longer under his control, and he was shaking as if he was drunk. Looking carefully at the dense red lines on his body, blood was slowly oozing out, dyeing his clothes red.

At this time, his eyes were bloodshot and he raised his head to stare at the decapitated corpse in front of him. The other party had raised his hand again, and just as the curse of mortal death was about to be released, suddenly there was a sudden coughing sound in the surrounding smog.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." The coughing sound was very slight and weak, like a terminally ill patient, echoing in Wen Zhong's ears.

"who is it!"

The moment he heard the coughing sound, he felt that everything around him slowed down. The smog that was encroaching on the red mud road, even the movement of grabbing the severed corpse, everything slowed down.

Just when Wen Zhong was in doubt, an old man's voice suddenly came from next to his ear: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you leave here quickly."

Wen Zhong's face changed, not only because of the old man's voice, but also because he found that his broken body had recovered to its original state. He frowned, and instantly his skin and flesh burst into gray light, and he disappeared in place.

Jian Wenzhong left, and the cough gradually dissipated, leaving only the headless corpse standing in place, and finally the entire red mud road was shrouded in pitch-black smog...

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Wen Zhong was panting heavily, he was covered in blood, and he staggered to the last open space. The ground here was also covered with loess, and the surrounding area was completely surrounded by pitch-black smog. This time, there was no other path. .

Here is the end.

He didn't delve into that old man, if there is a destiny, he will meet again in the future, and then he will repay him well, the most urgent task right now is to find the stone tablet that the radio said.

This open space is different from the previous one. There are no raised mounds, but the stone tablet mentioned by the radio is also missing.

Instead, there is an altar in the middle of the open space, and the sacrificial objects can be faintly seen above the stone platform of the altar.

"Altar?" Wen Zhong frowned. This was another item that was not mentioned on the radio, and judging from the style of items placed on the stone platform, it didn't seem likely that they would be used in sacrifices.

A bucket of bone sticks, a black stone bowl, and two tree branches are neatly placed on the stone platform of the altar. In addition, there is a bowl holder in the middle of the stone platform, which is just the right size to place the stone bowl on.

But Wen Zhong was not in a hurry to put the bowl on it, but looked around, and after confirming that it was just an ordinary altar, he carefully picked up the stone bowl and placed it in the middle of the stone platform s position.

"Is this... a word in blood?"

After placing the bowl, a line of small blood-red characters suddenly appeared on the edge of the stone platform. The handwriting was very neat, as if it had been carved with blood.

"This place is called the Blood Sacrifice Altar. If newcomers want to take away the contents, they need to play a game of drawing bone sticks with Li Gui. The rules are very simple. Those who participate need to tie the branches of the dark wood on their wrists. It is regarded as participating in the game. After the game starts, you need to take turns to draw bone sticks with Li Gui. If you draw a black bone stick, the game ends. The person who draws the black bone stick needs to hand over blood equal to the number of bone sticks and place it in a stone bowl. Among them, whoever has the most blood in the stone bowl at the end is the loser, and those who quit halfway are automatically regarded as game failures and will be punished directly.”

"Game, punishment, what are you kidding?!"

Wen Zhong looked at the line of blood, and his expression became a little gloomy. He didn't expect that there would be obstacles even though he was here.

But right now he has no better way. After thinking for a moment, he simply picked up the branch on the stone platform and wrapped it around his wrist.

Almost at the same time, a blue-purple ghost hand stretched out from the other side of the stone platform, took away the only branch left on the platform, and put it on his wrist like a magic trick.

Then, the ghost held the bucket of bone sticks again, and placed it beside the stone bowl. However, before it could be stabilized, the flesh at Wen Zhong's fingertips suddenly burst, and a gray light followed strands of mold toward the ghost. Hand covered away.

However, the moment he touched the ghost, an indescribable force instantly blocked the erosion of the ghost fungus, and then a bone stick was inserted straight into Wen Zhong's wrist.

"Hiss, this is... spiritual protection?" Wen Zhong couldn't pull back his arm at all, he could only watch the blood flow down the bone stick into the stone bowl, "It seems that cheating will also be punished, but this At least I know the approximate amount of blood in a bone stick."

He originally wanted to restrain the ghost in front of him before the game started, but it seemed impossible.

The bone stick returned to the stick holder, and the dark red blood rendered the stone bowl even more strange.

Although a bone stick draws less blood, in a formal game, it is impossible for a game to fail with only one bone stick. If hundreds of bone sticks are drawn at a time, the game will soon end.

Soon, Wen Zhong straightened his mind, and he wanted to try to end this weird game within one round.

The game officially begins.

The lottery cylinder first tilted a little toward him, which should mean that he drew the lottery first, Wen Zhong was not in a hurry, his hand kept walking on the lottery barrel, and soon the lottery barrel began to shake slightly, and the bone stick inside seemed to be shot again.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong immediately took out a bone stick from it, which was pure white. After confirming, he put the bone stick aside, then looked up to the opposite side, and now it was the ghost's turn to draw lots.

I saw that the stick was also tilted towards the ghost's hand, unlike Wen Zhong, it immediately pulled out the bone sticks from the stick, but to Wen Zhong's surprise, the other party drew five bone sticks at once.

"I said that there are hidden rules, and it's difficult now." Wen Zhong frowned. He didn't draw lots just now to confirm the length of the round.

Unlike him, a beginner, the opposite party fully understands the rules of this game, and Li Gui will not die, even if he loses, there will be no price, so this game has been unfair to him from the very beginning.

The stick was tilted towards him again, this time Wen Zhong took out a handful of bone sticks from the stick without hesitation, there were twenty or thirty sticks, and the ends of the sticks were all pure white.

After confirming, Wen Zhong took out a bone skewer and shook it in his hand, then he tried to break the heel bone skewer, but no matter how hard he tried, the bone skewer was held in his palm without moving.

At the same time, Li Gui had already completed the drawing of lots. Like last time, he only drew five bone lots from the lottery container at a time.

Then the lottery was tilted towards Wen Zhong again...

(End of this chapter)