The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 80 Invitation

"I've been following me for so long, what's your business?" Wen Zhong stood at the gate of the community and shouted towards the dark place by the roadside: "Don't let me ask you to come out."

Wen Zhong was walking on the road, he only felt that someone was watching him from the dark.

At this time, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew all around, just like the cold wind blowing corpses in the morgue in the hospital mortuary, cold and biting.

The cloudy wind kept blowing around Wen Zhong, and a thin layer of frost had even formed on the ground.

"What do you mean, are you showing off your ghost domain?" Wen Zhong's skin swelled and tore, and the gray ghost fungus quickly covered the ground along the wound.

There was no one answering, the wind was still blowing, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. Wen Zhong suspected that if the wind continued to blow, even the ghost bacteria might frost.

This wind is weird, it is a dark wind that can freeze ghosts.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong raised his right hand, a ray of cold white light bloomed in the palm of his hand, the light drifted around along the wind, and finally he found a figure behind the wall not far away.

In the ghost domain, everything is chaotic and disorderly, but it happens that the ghost pupil in Wen Zhong's palm can see through some supernatural phenomena.

However, silky mildew flakes began to float in the wind very soon. They were ghost fungi blown away from the ground by the dark wind. There was a layer of frost.

"Damn it." Wen Zhong frowned, his ghost domain was restrained by this gust of wind, and the ghost fungus on the ground was completely blown up by the wind. Under such circumstances, his ghost domain could not open at all.

But the strange thing is that this gust of wind has no further action other than blowing his ghost fungus.

"Wen Zhong." At this time, a strange man suddenly appeared in the shadow not far from Wen Zhong, and with his appearance, the wind blowing around gradually subsided.

Before Wen Zhong could speak, the man went on to say: "Wen Zhong, the person in charge of Da'an City, has controlled two fierce ghosts, solved two A-level supernatural incidents, and had some conflicts with Chen Zhanluo, one of the heads of the headquarters, I said right?"

"who are you?"

Wen Zhong looked at the other party carefully, the visitor's expression was a bit decadent, like a jobless street runner, but his eyes were very sharp and bloodshot, filling the entire eye socket.

"Sorry, seeing you as a young and energetic young man, I couldn't help but try it out, I hope you don't take it to heart." The man didn't answer Wen Zhong's words directly, but began to apologize.

"Testing with your life? You are really looking for death." The radio in Wen Zhong's body hummed softly, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at the man. His intuition told him that the man was very dangerous.

"Looking for death? Maybe, or maybe I'm already dead, but I don't know yet." The man took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and murmured.

Just like that, the two fell into a brief silence. Wen Zhong didn't speak, and the man didn't intend to speak. The smoke covered the moonlight, and the atmosphere at the scene became a little delicate.

Just as the cigarette was about to be finished, the man's eyes gradually brightened, as if he had walked out of his memory, and he seemed to have made some kind of determination.

"Wen Zhong, have you heard of the supernatural radio station?"

Hearing the four words "Spiritual Radio Station", Wen Zhong was startled at first, then regained his composure instantly, and said, "I've heard of it, but I only know that it's a non-government organization of ghost masters in Da'an, and I don't know the specifics."

The man nodded and said: "The so-called supernatural radio station tells a story to seal a ghost. It is a ghost-controller organization that originated in the Republic of China. The purpose of its existence is to quell the supernatural events that happened in Da'an."

"Really, but I see that there are a lot of supernatural events happening in Da'an now, but I haven't seen your supernatural radio station take any action."

The man smiled when he heard the words, and said again: "This is a long story, so I'll just say it straight. I want to invite you to join the supernatural radio station now. I don't know what you want, Wen Zhong."

"Is there any benefit to joining the Supernatural Radio Station, but I think the treatment at the headquarters is not bad, or public officials are protected by the state, what can your Supernatural Radio Station provide?"

The man didn't speak, but just popped a card towards Wen Zhong, and with a gust of wind blowing, the card fell to Wen Zhong's feet.

"If you have an idea, just come here." A gust of wind blew up the sand and covered the man's figure, "My name is number six, Changbailu, and the ringing number is number six. I am the number six anchor of Ghost Radio. If you want revenge, you can come to me at any time."

"By the way, the truth you want to know is also here, come as soon as possible, because I may really not live for a few days, ahahahahahahahahahaha..."

With a free and easy long laugh, the man named Lu Hao disappeared in front of Wen Zhong.

"Spiritual radio station, No. [-]..." Wen Zhong frowned, then picked up the card on the ground and turned around to leave the place, and the community returned to silence.

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"Well, did he agree?"

Lu Hao shook his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Oh, the golden scales are not a thing in a pool, they will turn into a dragon when encountering a storm."

"I guess so, you are really wasting your time."

"Fang Yi, how can this be a waste of effort? I can feel the thirst for knowledge in his words, do you understand? I feel that I am close to success."

Huo Fangyi said: "I don't know about the thirst for knowledge, I just think that what you are doing now makes me feel very sick."

"Yi, I feel the same way."

In a dim room somewhere in Da'an, No. [-] anchor of Ghost Radio and Huo Fangyi, who is also the anchor, were talking about Wen Zhong when a graceful woman walked in from the door.

"Su Yue, where have you been?" Huo Fangyi asked.

"Yi, you don't care, why do I have to report to you even where I am going?" Su Yue sat at the table, "No, and you, you are really getting more and more disgusting now, can you trouble me?" Don't appear in front of me in the future."

"Really, you're really cruel enough to say such things to your colleagues, but you won't be able to see me soon." Lu Hao took a deep puff of his cigarette and said.

"what do you mean."

"I have decided to go to that place."

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Su Yue's face froze, and she said coldly: "No, is there something wrong with your brain at last? He is already dead."

Hao Lu didn't respond, he seemed to be a different person, his expression became extremely ferocious, and at the same time, there were gusts of cold wind blowing around, like a ghost exhaling, making people's hair stand on end.

(End of this chapter)